Right now, sitting beside me, is my completed Master's Thesis. Everything's there. Printed off on the nice paper. (I wrote the abstract during the grad this morning, because we played at the beginning and the end, and left the stage for most of it. My abstract was written sometime between "O Canada" and "God Save the Queen.")
I can't describe this feeling of being finished.
Oh, wait. I know how it feels: like I have so much more to do. (Learn German, prepare for the wedding, all the red tape with defending, pack, get married, move across the country...)