sweet relief

My re-write for my qualifying exam, or as I've been oh-so fondly calling it, "the damn thing," is finally finished. Finished. Major weight off of my shoulders. I am spell checking and emailing it to the neurobiology track chair right now, because anything else I do to it will be finicky details.

Will I pass? Well, I certainly hope so. I did my absolute best and put everything I had into it. At this point I can't let myself think of any other outcome, though while idly floating down the Guadalupe this afternoon all manner of horrible possibilities will probably ambush me.

Enough. I need to get outside.