It has been an up-and-down, exciting and gruelling, here-and-there, where was that? and how-the-fuck-did-I-get here kind of three years. I defend in three weeks. Then I have to come out of hiding and face the real world again. It's weird, but I get little fits of giggling when I think that I can actually go work on a photo, or a poem, or some fictional monster, or play some poker, or think about snowboarding, or cook dinner, without thinking "what should I REALLY be doing now?"