I officially have one signature out of six on my prospectus, and have made the necessary changes he recommended. The second is promised, I just need to get it tomorrow. I still have to pitch the idea to the prof I want to be my second reader–he’s got office hours tomorrow, so I can ambush him then. Maybe I should send an e-mail to make sure he knows I’m coming?
After that, well, we’ll see. I’ve got a PhD application workshop tomorrow that’ll be run by the owner of one of the other signatures I need. Luckily, I’ve had all three of the remaining profs as teachers recently— the British Lit emphasis advisor was my Victorian Lit teacher last semester; the Assistant Chair taught my Critical Theory class in spring, and the Graduate Coordinator taught the undergraduate 18th-century lit class I took my first semester. Also luckily, those three signatures are usually just hoops you have to jump through. Getting a hold of them all will be the hardest part, methinks.
And then my prospectus will be IN, and the real fun– writing the dang thesis itself– will begin. 
In the meantime, my grandpa’s been in the hospital since Sunday with internal bleeding. Not good. They’re hopeful they’ve solved the problem, but man– he’s the only grandpa I have left.