Que vida

Thinking about the A exam is like thinking of nonchalantly strolling into Mordor and asking for a cup of tea. Writing my proposal feels sometimes like sitting down for a root canal without anesthesia. And it's kinda crazy because *I fucking love what I study*. Somehow I've read a gazillion papers and book chapters, but I can't will the huge mass of acquired information into a cohesive background for my project.