It's pretty quiet around here and I guess that's a good thing. I have the next week off from work --and I really, really need it to get my life in order, pre-holidays. School is almost done, the thesis is done except for one final signature, which I'll get on Wednesday when I drive it down to Oakland to turn in. Then, I have two more weeks of class (which means one book to read and one writing assignment) and then ... . Well, then, that' s it. Then I'm done. And I have my MFA.

And I really have no idea what I'll do next. Besides work, of course. I suppose I should be happy that I don't have to suffer through the post-grad school now-I-have-to-get-a-job blues.

But, I'll admit, I'm still more than a little freaked out about being done. Because I don't feel as if I'm done with anything. I feel as if I have a million miles left to go.

Maybe I'll always feel that way.

Probably. I suppose it's part of this "process" they keep talking about.

Blah, the whole thing's giving me a headache. I need a nap.