Well, I guess that's that.

I finally turned in all of my paperwork (defining my committee, requesting a final oral exam). My Ph.D. is all done but for the shoutin'.
I should feel euphoric. Or I should feel like crying. Mostly, I think that I am still so stuck in the writing process that I feel like I am playing hookie-- I feel guilty for not working. It's kind of like when you get off a treadmill, and you have that moment of your legs adjusting to stillness.
O, also, I feel tired.