I See the Light at the End of the Metaphorical Thesis Tunnel

With much prodding, nagging, yelling, and scribbling, combined with sleepless nights, early morning and late afternoon dry heaving, two near mental breakdowns, one prescription to calm the anxiety, and a crapload of work, I am a day's work away from finishing my thesis. I have some chapter tweaking to do and a conclusion to revise. And I imagine there will be just a few more corrections to make after my committee gets ahold of it.

But I feel good about this. And prouder than I thought I would be, considering it took eight months to complete. Now I wait for a defense, a sign language test, a maroon book with my name on the spine (well, my old name I suppose), and a very expensive piece of paper. If I could convince the boy, I would frame it and place it above our bed.

To those who have been calling or emailing: My brain will return tomorrow night. Let's chat then.

Who wants to buy me a drink?