As in Organize my stuff at work, so that when I leave in two weeks, people can find it. This means going through my boxes in the freezers, and chucking stuff that isn't needed (it's a duplicate, an incorrect clone, a dud stock, etc), making sure all my data got into an Excel spreadsheet or nine, and then making sure everything gets backed up onto an external hard drive somewhere. I also have to clean out my desk. Note to self: get the giant recycling bin from the loading dock.

My thesis was sent to the binder last week. I should have my hardback copies by next week. I filed all the paperwork I needed to get myself out of hock. I am officially done with graduate school. Yeehaw.

The paperwork for my work permit was submitted just over a week ago. Now, I wait.

Finally, more sewing pictures.

I'm still alive. I've been a bit busy with graduating, job hunting, and thesis edits. In fact, right now my thesis is staring at me, begging for edits. Shut up, slut thesis!

Anyway, lots of thoughts on graduating, family, friends, etc, etc. I don't have time to go into them now. I'm not entirely sure I want to, actually. It's a morass of happy, sad, proud, feeling like a sham, panic, hope, excitement.

Ganked from lucasthegray: If I were to die tomorrow, what would you wish you had said to me while I was still alive?Comments screened.

*bangs head on desk*

Defense might eat me.

7 days. Dun dun DUN.

For those in the know: The wiki has some updates.

Stick a fork in me, cause I'M DONE.

Well, my thesis is done. Still need to defend the damn thing. But no more writing for a couple weeks!

Thank you to everyone for all the encouragement the past few posts. *smooches*

While y'all are off buying houses, getting married, and being pregnant, I have almost finished a rough draft of my thesis. I have to finish the second half of my materials and methods. Not nearly as exciting, I know, but exciting to me. I may register at Target as "Kat Marries Phillip H. Descartes" just to get back at everyone I had to buy wedding/ baby presents for.

Just over one month until my actual defense. I have a practice run of the seminar portion on the 23rd. My thesis needs to be delivered to my committee on May 1st. It's all rushing up so fast. I know on May 13th, I'm going to feel like "wow, that was a total wham!bam!thankyouma'am!". The last 7 years of my life, all wrapped up on a Monday afternoon.

My boss told me he wants me in his office after my defense to have a glass of scotch. I think he knows of the Dr. Drunky McDrunkpants celebration taking place, and wants to start it off right. Any scotch recommendations?

I'm applying for two jobs this week. One is in London, working on poxvirus immunology, specifically for an HIV vaccine. The other is in Glasgow, on how endogenous/ exogenous retroviruses affect the host. Neither is as out of my field as I would like, but the offerings in virology are so bleak at the moment, I'll take what I can get. I'm contemplating jumping ship for bacterial disease research to broaden my prospects.

Thank the Lyndon B. Johnson I only have to worry about getting myself a job. I'd be a total disaster if I was in a relationship, and had to worry about uprooting someone else as well. I'm only half a disaster at the moment.

I developed a cough over the weekend. The deep, from the bottom of my chest kind. My ribcage sort of hurts. Thank the Lyndon B. Johnson for cough syrup with codeine in it.

However, I did work on my thesis this weekend. My Introduction is mostly mapped out. I have loads of notes that I need to turn into sentences and paragraphs. Go me.

I also had a good Saturday with The Ladies in Northampton. Yarn + Yak = a fantastic way to spend the Saturday.

I was all set to finish my orange dress, when I realized... I never bought a zipper for it. Completely spaced on that. Can't finish it until I bribe someone to take me to the fabric store.