Nearer to the End

I got the edits back from Margo tonight. She only did a line edit, which means she didn't appear to have a problem with my transitions nor did she have a problem with whole paragraphs, both of which I expected.

I was happy about that, of course, as the edit only took just over two hours. Now, had I done what I planned and come home at a decent hour, this would have been fine. However, I have never been one to shy away from a conversation about life and learning and when Andrew asked me to sit with him for five minutes to just talk, I soon suggested getting wings. After two beers and 20 wings (yes I tend to indulge in them), we headed to Washington Square to continue the conversation, because it just kept going and going.

I got home at 11:30 and finally got to the edit at 12:30. I have to be up in four hours, because I have to go to the job and hash out the final details. Before I head to bed, I want to just write a little about the remaining three days in this week and what they mean to me. Or, rather, the meaning that they're taking on with every passing moment.

First of all, the significance of the job I got is becoming more clear. I'm still not sure it's totally hit yet. But I finally see it as a big thing I accomplished.

And then there's this graduation thing. I plan on printing my thesis later today and turning in a bound copy to Jim. That leaves only the festivities. I plan on sleeping really late on Thursday, and I can't wait for that. Erin is coming in Thursday night, because I'm making the poor girl go to both ceremonies. My uke prof. and maybe her partner are also going (to the morning ceremony), which is cool. Jill and Erin will be at the MSG ceremony.

A few of us have planned a ceremonious final smoke in front of the GF. That will be my last time literally, because I no longer have any business at the building. That has not hit, and it will surely hit like a ton of bricks when it does. Weird. Graduation. I graduate in two days. Can't believe it, man.