I did not bind my thesis myself. I did bind my thesis, and it arrived safely at its destination with four hours to spare. During which I assiduously ate lunch and read books. And nothing else.
The next day, I made the grad student walk of shame. You know, the one where you’re too lazy to make two trips, so you use your rolling suitcase to return the books. So many books that you might have to pay overweight fees if you were flying.
Now I’m back in the US for a few weeks of camping and hanging out and seeing people. And camping.