Signed, Sealed, Delivered

A month has gone by since last I was here,  for two reasons:

1) That dang dissertation still wasn't done.

and

2) I no longer had it in me to talk about it.

Following defense weekend my nose went to the revision-stone, and any spare moment I had was still spent at my dining room table.  So much time did I spend in this spot, in fact, that eventually I had to call in a buffer between me and this chair:

Despite long time spent together, 

our relationship grew painful instead of supportive, 

and something needed to be done.  

Indeed, there were many painful moments--

physical, mental, emotional for sure.

You see, there were days when no matter 

how long and productively I worked,  

the to-do list just got longer.

For every one aspect I fixed, 

two more were revealed that needed fixing.

Pain I tell you--PAIN.

Fortunately, other buffers offered me their services as well, 

and I realized--

sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do 

to get the dang thing done.  

And somehow, it worked.

All the necessary paperwork was ultimately signed.

I found myself checking final small details, 

ready to seal everything up.

And then, the moment I thought would never arrive:

Submitted.  Delivered to the powers that be.

Done.

Finally.

Signed Sealed Delivered

Indeed.

And as for you, dang dissertation?

Let's just say:

I am NO LONGER yours.