Cue: blog about how utterly anticlimactic it was to shove three $30 binders fat with 119 pages into professor’s mailboxes. Subsequent happy dance, alone, in dimly lit department lounge. Mild asthma attack.
Slow walk back to dorm, took brief nap.
Response: photoshoot with self, thesis, and about 2/3 of the books consulted and employed in the writing process.
T-minus six days until the defense.