As the new year dawns, Q1 looms over my post vacation glow. The horrors multiply and I reach for my cigarette pack, four days into a resolution to quit. Should have known better. All those things I tabled for the new year are now crushing the table they perched upon, I don’t even remember the passcode to my laptop.
Life is not gwenchana, folks.
PS: people who send emails even after receiving my beautiful auto reply stating I was Out of Office, I hope your socks are always wet and your pets leave you, and someone deletes your Spotify playlists. No one deserves to be exposed to your rabid, uncivilised selves.


























