Final Print Mode: Achieved

The thesis is "done." It'd be printed and in its envelope and all sealed up if any of the Hertford printers worked like they were supposed to. But they don't. So I'll head back to the URR first thing in the morning and use the printers there. I had already said goodbye to that reading room. It won't hurt to go back, though.

Then: handing in. Then: punting with the MSt crew (some of us may be forced into the water). Then: drinks at Jesus (this is a college, not the son of god) with the MSt crew AND our professors (this is a bad idea and our convenors are a little stupid for scheduling drinks on the night our Handing In). Then: the idea that I'm leaving will hit me hard.

Still no tickets back to Canada booked. Maybe the British Council will just give me a canoe and point me in the right direction. A Canadian friend at Oxford is heading to BC in, like, a week to start tree-planting for the summer. It kinda seems like a good plan. I could shed the doughy whiteness. I could follow--kind of--in my great-grandmother's footsteps. But if they offer me a job that invovles a dental plan, I'ma take it. My gums have been feeling weird lately but maybe that's because of the stress-induced over-flossing.