Remember the time you conceived and were checking up on the baby every month with your gynaecologist? Okay, I guess not but a thesis proposal is pretty similar in nature. My due update is a day late and I attribute it to February having limited days.

(At this point you should know I am far too sloshed for my own good and if you're my mother, I suggest you retreat back at stalking someone on Facebook, who's not your child, cause mama, kiddykins are upto no good.)

I've heard stuff and seen things in an inebriated state that will render no one any good. Also, good god, my outfit yelled, 'B-E-D-D-A-B-L-E' and the maximum action I got was to drop my dinner. So yeah.

My month sucked dead monkey balls and if you're wondering whether or not you should pursue academia, here's an honest opinion, run in the opposite direction. Please steer clear from this path if you're a type A, compulsive perfectionist. You will hate every second of being a failure in life.