Well color me speechless

Except that I'm blogging. I know, I know.

But it's finsihed, again. And I had to let y'all know. The count is now 155 pages, twists have taken place, and my atrocious comma abuse corrected.

Tomorrow (or rather, a little later today), I'll read it through from beginning to end, and make absolutely sure that I didn't F* up a good thing.

And I'll study up on acknowledgments for these thesis things, and see how many people I'm allowed to add. So far the list is many and varied. Of the few I've read, the committee members are always praised for having greatly impacted the writer, and then there's a few others thrown in. Well, since one of my committee members is largely absentee, I'm not sure how to go about attributing specific advice to him. Will dream on it.

And since I've got a killer headache, I'll go dream on it now. Right after some of the most beautiful poetry written. That would be Isaiah, for all of you who think Stevens is the greatest poet.

Love and Peace (and a good four hours of sleep)