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.