My girlfriends came over for dinner and planned the party. We’ve grown since planning parties to celebrate completed MAs, but we have just as much fun. Now I have a toastmaster, shoppers, party game organisers, cake bakers. It’s going to be fun.
Though just this morning I was complaining to Rolf in the corridor that I wanted to just escape to a desert island. Ah, yes, he said. It really is your last possible chance to AVOID getting a PhD.