the bullets may singe your skin
My thesis advisor just ripped me a new one.
At 9:15 in the morning.
I hereby declare that any and all forcible creation of new orifices must take place after noon. I demand to be fully conscious when these things happen, goddammit.
I know it was crap, because a prospectus is supposed to be done after you've done your research, and I haven't done my research. That's why it was a "clueless prospectus." She said it in a light manner, so it didn't hurt a lot, and also I know it sucked, so that also helps a bit on the defense front. But still...ow.
It doesn't help that this was over the phone and the phone woke me up and I was all bleary and half-asleep for the first part. But don't worry! If I "work very, very hard over break" I should be able to have a good thesis by January. I expected that I'd have to do research over break, but this whole "very, very hard" thing is kind of nerve-inducing. 'Cause you know, I'm not going to have a job or anything over break. I won't be working eight hours plus maybe trying to spend time with my family or anything. *sigh* I guess I can throw out my winter booklist. Nothing like saying "No Stephen King until you've finished your Sassoon" to make this feel like a chore to me.
Clueless? Fuck. I'm going back to bed.