Just submitted the three examiner's copies of my 119-page document on Friday. After four months of intensive labour, I got a bit weepy putting 3 of my babies up for adoption. Another check against Reasons NOT to have babies. Not that I even like babies to begin with. Human babies are smelly and noisy. So I'm really over the moon with my paper-and-ink babies.

Am finally on 'Submitted' status. This thesis and the entire catalogue of works have aged me more than I would have been willing to exchange for - had I known what I was in for at the beginning. Who'd've thunk, eh, that youth was such a precious commodity. So now, there's just the 30-minute presentation/exam in front of the panel of examiners, and the exhibition to prepare for.

For now, it's all rainbows and butterflies. Flutter-bys. And clovers. So. Kiss me. I'm Irish. For the entire week. I'ma get me some Mulligan stew, soda bread, an' a pint o' stout.

Wake me up, when October 22nd ends.