it is finished.

The thesis, it is finished. Finito. Terminado. Endstop, period.
This is very exciting news, since I had taken to poking at my eyes with sharp objects when I thought about the sundry deadlines and signatures I had yet to get.
My "hand it in with no worries" deadline was today.
As of last night, I thought I only had one out of three required signatures on the cursed piece of paper that is the Golden Ticket to Graduation.
Then the stars and planets aligned, and God was In His Heaven, and the two professors signed, and I picked up the paper before class. And thus I was ready to hand it in to the Powers That Be.
Today, Lucy and I journeyed down to SDSU (about 40 minutes away if there's no traffic, which never happens except at 11 pm). We navigated Parking Structure Hell. We braved the Horrible Elevators of Death (Lucy suddenly developed a fear of elevators...which there are about 50,000 at State). We found the Gates of Purgatory (ie. the Graduate Division offices).
And they were really nice, and helpful, and they had little sunflower pens, and the woman that has to make sure my thesis formatting was correct said, "wow! Perfect!" and stamped it! And I was able to go to Montezuma Publishing the same day and hand them the manuscript and pay for the library copy, and they said "This is all you have to do to graduate! You're done!"
I'm done. I'm done.
I'm done!
Well, except for that pesky class I'm taking. Besides that.