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On Wednesday night I finished writing the dissertation, about two years behind the schedule laid out in my thesis proposal (which itself was about two years behind schedule). Don't bother with the congratulations; while I am relieved to be finished, I was not all that happy with the experience and I'm not all that proud of the result. It feels to me not so much like an achievement but more the end of a detention where I had to write on the chalkboard 100,000 times I will not choose a thesis topic that does not interest my advisor.
Now it's time to start adjusting to my newfound freedom. First off, I want to apologize to everyone I've been rude to, ignored, or perplexed during the past few years of perpetual stress. I can't promise that I'll make it up to you—I suspect some of my social skills have atrophied permanently, and they weren't that great to start with, but at least now I'll have one fewer external handicap.
I will probably start posting here more often (at least until I set up my own journal system on The Steak Place, one of many long-postponed projects). I'll try to keep it interesting and not too blabby.
Now it's time to start adjusting to my newfound freedom. First off, I want to apologize to everyone I've been rude to, ignored, or perplexed during the past few years of perpetual stress. I can't promise that I'll make it up to you—I suspect some of my social skills have atrophied permanently, and they weren't that great to start with, but at least now I'll have one fewer external handicap.
I will probably start posting here more often (at least until I set up my own journal system on The Steak Place, one of many long-postponed projects). I'll try to keep it interesting and not too blabby.