Synonymous With Fear.

This week, one of my friends celebrated her 21st birthday. It was amazing: Sex and the City themed, held in a club she'd rented up and giving us all the chance to catch up after barely seeing each other over the past few weeks, due to various deadlines and unscheduled meltdowns. It was a great night out, with chocolate cupcakes and confetti on the tables. It was also timed perfectly, in the last week of term, just before things got crazy, as they suddenly did yesterday. Essay hand-in yesterday afternoon, followed by essay feedback today was enough to send me into a spin and have an absolute meltdown. After tears and terror today, I got the news that my dissertation proposal had been approved and I have a fantastic supervisor for when the writing must begin. However, the time for work has truly arrived and as of tomorrow, I need to put my fear and panic behind me.