Oh wait, yes I can, and they hurt.
Now that I have graduated and am no longer facing a walloping beast of a dissertation, I have decided to live. And live I have been. I just wish I wasn't constantly reminded that I'm almost 30.
I'm supposed to go to improv practice today, buy my legs feel like they're about to fall off [dance, dance, dance]. My doctoral advisor is retiring and he hosted a "library party" this weekend to give away all of his books. It was a terrifically nice gesture. I went into town early to stay with another professor/mentor/friend who I had miss very much. Unfortunately for her, this was the first time she had met the "no holds bar" me, and I made her go to much more than she had planned as well as let her know how awesome she was. [I have a problem with this.]
To summarize:
My legs hurt, and you're awesome.