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Done writing.  Pending edits.  Sent a draft of everything except appendices, references (still need to sort those), and a few little things at the front (acknowledgments, list of abbreviations, etc.) to the super Super.  If she's fine with it, then just a few more things to do and I'm done.

I don't really know how to feel about that right now, other than bloody exhausted.  Which just hit me like a tonne of bricks.  Been sort of babbling inanely to anyone who'd half listen today, so it's probably a good thing that nearly everyone is away/busy for Victoria Day.

Still, after 2 consecutive all-nighters, I'm sort of impressed I'm as coherent as I am.  I don't even feel ill, other than sleepy and STARVING.

One of the people who live in the house I'm taking care of gets home from Australia tonight (at midnight, and I've got to go pick him up).  I thought it was Wednesday.  So instead of going right to bed, I'm going to go make dinner, then clean up all my crap that's migrated over all three stories of this house.  :D  I don't even know how that happened, since I don't have all that much stuff here.  

Stuff breeds.  Like bunnies.

OKAY I'M GETTING OFF THIS COUCH NOW.  YES.

no really, I will.

inanely stupid not-poem out of no-where

Sitting here, trying to move
dazed and tired and confused
and all of a sudden
shining light appears
as the sun breaks
through the cloud cover

and it shines
like liquid gold
on the trees and the leaves
on the wall and on my knees
through my cloud cover

and my mind lifts up
like a plastic bag on the wind
and i'm inspired to soar...

...until that wind blows
more clouds
in front of the sun
and the golden inspiration leaves
and now i think it's time for bed.

screw dinner.

good night.