You'd think by today I'd be getting better. If anything I'm feeling worse.

Back to the doctor I go tomorrow...

Day 3 off work.

Being sick sucks. No energy to read, no energy to watch TV. What a waste.

STREP THROAT?

I HAVE STREP??

I haven't had strep since I was a kid.

FFS.

On the plus side, no more editing.
On the down side, all I want to do is sleep. What a waste of enforced time off work.

Still sick.

Still editing.

God bless USA Foods for stocking Iced Tea Mix and Eggo Waffles. Only thing I can stomach.

Editing someone's thesis whilst sick. Fun fun fun. Not.

When you're sick and you just want to go to sleep but there's a rogue mouse in your house who appears to be having a party behind the stove which is keeping you awake and you can't find the little bugger anywhere plus you don't have traps.

Sigh.

The grade for my exam earlier this week left my overall grade teetering at the exact midpoint between a Credit (74) and a Distinction (75). My entire academic transcript is Distinctions and High Distinctions - I don't care if "Ps get degrees" - I didn't want a Credit in there ruining the aesthetic!

Hella relieved to get my final grades today see the magic 'D' word.

Taking myself on a Valentine's Day date to see Black Panther like...

#WomenOfWakandaFTW

I am DEFINITELY not in LB's good books right now.

Ugh. Mondays.

29 years ago today I was standing outside a church in Adelaide in 42C heat wearing a drop-waist, puff-sleeved, purple taffeta dress, purple court shoes and a purple decorative comb in my spiral-permed hair which was held in place with an entire can of hairspray.*

I have only been a bridesmaid once in my life because there's only one couple in the world I would ever go through all that torture for.

Happy Anniversary K&J. You are #relationshipgoals x 1,000,000.




* No. I'm not going to post a picture. No pictures of me on that day need to ever exist on the internet.

Equal parts depressing AF and profoundly inspiring.

Samantha Power is #goals.

It's amazing what you can achieve when you've got noise cancelling headphones and it's a quiet day at the office.

I went out for drinks after work. 

To a bar.

With friends. 

It was fun.

MY GOD, I ACTUALLY HAD A NIGHT OUT. 

I'd forgotten what that was like.

Procrastination central here tonight. This 35K thesis isn't going to edit itself...

IPL is only painful if you forget to take the double-strength nurofen/paracetamol combo beforehand and the technician hasn't spread the gel properly.

Ouch. Pass the ice pack - my ankle is fried.*




* Not literally, but it sure as hell feels like it right now.

Not a fan of either team, but I think Tom Brady's a dick, so was v. happy to see the Eagles triumph in the Super Bowl.

And god love P!nk for getting through a dreadful cold to belt out the anthem. Oh and snaps for turning on the purple for Prince, Minneapolis. Shed a little tear at that one.

It may have been set in the early 2000s, but I defy any woman to not relate to at least half a dozen of the lines in Lady Bird.

Lady Bird's Mom: "I want you to be the very best version of yourself that you can be."
Lady Bird: "What if this is the best version?"

Lady Bird: "I was on top! Who the fuck is on top their first time!"

Kyle (to Lady Bird): "You're gonna have so much unspecial sex in your life."



Relate, relate, RELATE.

The dad of one of my oldest friends referred to me as his 'fourth daughter' to everyone he introduced me to today. Love him.

The end of this week could not come quick enough. No study required this weekend... phew.

Although I have agreed to edit a thesis. WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. ME??

February already?

Oy. Vey.