Bling-bling
Lately I have this scary reflex to reward myself. OK, spoil myself. Somebody stop me before I become broke again.
Today was buying-presents-day for: birthdays, imminent departure and me.
May I ask where is the switch off for the things coming my way, workwise? Capacity exceeded. Progress zero.
Apparently I will call Mr. Right Mr. Talk To You Tomorrow and it will be a hello, how are you, no reproaches call. ‘Cause so says my adviser in the matter of the hearts.
