D-day -22

I always thought that the moment of delivery of the finished printed books would feel grand and momentous in some way, that I would get an inner feeling of fanfares, sparkly bubbly wine and glittering fireworks - a feeling of accomplishment. But to my mild surprise, I felt - nothing really. Not even that emptiness that can sometimes be noticed when a bigger project is done. I just picked up the books, took them to my office, opened the boxes and sighed a bit over the next task - to sign and post to people who might or might not want a printed copy.

110 printed copies? What am I ever gonna do with all those...?

Apparently, the list of people I believe need a printed copy of my Thesis is quite long. Two days of signing later, I have less than 30 copies left. It should be admitted that quite of few of the original 110 copies were reserved for the library, the faculty and other administrative receivers, but still - a loooot of signing, I've done. Feel a bit like a rock-star, almost. If rock-stars were super-nerdy and prone to write unnecessary amounts of text, that is.

If you haven't received your own personal copy, and believe you really deserve one - send me an email and I'll think about it. Otherwise, in case you really want to read it and can't wait long enough to get through my screening process, it can also be found free online.

Tomorrow is another big day - the day of nailing! Which I by the way realise most certainly is not the correct English term, but it's too funny to not say.

Nailing time!

On a side-note I wonder whether this new bleakness is the feeling of doctorhood? Is this equanimity what I can expect from now on? Well, only 22 more days to wait - then I'll know!