Freedom at Noon
No more slogging on weekends.
No more late night cabs.
No more documentation.
No more communication with pea-brained ~P's of the world.
Sigh...Life can just not get any better than this.
On second thoughts, maybe it can.
Anyone of you game for sending me a bouquet of sharpened pencils?
Or freshly baked baguettes?
I told you romance was not all about puckered lips and fluttering eyelashes...it is also about rubbing those big fat noses aginst each other :p
"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it by not dying!"
Life is Beautiful!