Done

Mood: It feels surreal, like it never really happened.

I dropped off the hardcopies, which I most emphatically did NOT make extras for myself, to keep in perpetuity in my basement.

I delivered the electronic version of the final draft and the appendices.

He shook my hand.

Congratulations were tendered.

Even though he says he'll take care of any last minute formatting, typos, TOC regeneration, etc., I simply don't believe, and that is kind of sad. This paper has been hanging over my head (guillotine fear!) for so long, that even though I've been celebrating some draft milestones along the way, I don't feel like it's really over.

(Of course, that's probably because I still have to lock horns with my committee to ensure that they accept the BFB as my capstone paper, and then write an analytical summary of WHY I HATED THIS PROCESS - which, I'm actually looking forward to doing - after I win. One potential committee member has already bitten the dust over this controversy.)

Soon, though...