I turned in my dissertation yesterday.
Not the final-final version, but the pre-defense version; nonetheless, I got to print out a beautiful title page with "submitted in partial requirement of the degree of doctor of philosophy" and a table of contents and all that stuff. Sooo pretty!
The finalizing process was brutal, though. I was still waiting for my advisor's comments on the most recent version that she had (a two-month-old draft), and at about 2 pm I got an email that basically said, "I can live with it." Not the wild applause that I was hoping for, but, okay. (And there were a fair number of typos and weirdo sentences in that draft, to be honest. Which have been eradicated through three days of backbending labor.)
Then there was the photocopying. Oh, dear god, the photocopying.
Then I carried 1500 pages of text around campus, leaving 300 pages in the boxes of each of my 4 committee members. No two of whom have offices (or mailboxes) in the same building.
Then I went home, with my own 300 pages.
And felt really, really tired.
And today I turned on my computer and started screwing around, as usual, and felt this little I-should-get-to-work pang, and then I thought: Hey! No I shouldn't!