I shall resign to the fact I cannot possibly accomplish all things. We are not even talking about the general “all things”, not even “all things on a deadline”, but, as you might have expected, “all things on a deadline for me”. Warning: energy level approaching an all time low.
It’s the day when he calls and you can feel relaxed and dizzy at the same time.
It’s the day when you grab a cheeseburger from the Micky Dee’s just so that you don’t faint starving while waiting for your order to be picked in Pizza Hut.
It’s the day we you change one flight reservation for the other and you end up paying half of the initial price.
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It’s the day when you are roaming to find a vacant parking spot, end up improvising, practically miles away from home, walk all that distance only to find a big fat space just across your entrance.
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It’s the day when you are at Pizza Hut, and you don’t notice patented prime time TV celebrity, and it’s them who call you on your mobile just to say hi.
Dear Time, what am I supposed to do with you?
Because they feed your friends. They proofread your books. They want you home for Christmas, even when you plan differently. And the list goes on.
In Turkey, apparently, I am good for rent boys. That’s got me thinking. It’s not necessarily happy thoughts about my (coming of) age. So I have mood-switched to “I must look affluent enough to afford a rent boy”. Hence, my reply to [Chicken], that’s what he said his name was, “I am just another poor boy”.
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