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So, my thesis was due yesterday, my thesis supervisor has left the country and hasn't been heard from since, I have a much better draft that I'd like to give to her, and the graduate secretary of my department started making "oh, well, I don't know what we're going to do about your defense!" noises that were the exact opposite of helpful.

I am proud to say that I am not freaking out, which is, of course, my default response to everything ever. I have embraced the realisation that there's nothing I can do just now, so panic would serve no purpose. Instead, I opted to ride my bike until my ass went so numb that I really couldn't feel the seat, have my grad photos taken (an act of good faith -- also, my mother made me, because I didn't get grad photos at either my high school or B.A., and my grandmothers have a picture of me from grade eight on their respective walls), and did a little impulse shopping, but not so much that I have to feel bad about how much I spent.

Now I have beer, a sad lack of Tour de France, some doubts about whether or not any Canadian channel will show the Vuelta in September, the last half of the new Harry Potter (which I started between the cycling and the grad photos), and a bucketful of denial.

As long as I have denial (and beer), it will be okay.