That bitter aftertaste is gone.
It’s not that difficult really.
Here are a few suggestions:
Make a good strong cup of coffee, and put whipped cream on top. Take out the Belgian chocolates your high school friends got you for your graduation and watch a mindless sitcom (not completely mindless though. BBT has its scientific perks).
Get someone to drive you through the city streets at night, and if you’re visually restricted like me, leave your glasses at home. Snuggle up on the passenger seat and squint at the blurry lights dancing about all around you. Put on a good mix CD.
Drive yourself. Get on a highway, speed by everything and pretend you’re leaving it all behind. Put on The Temper Trap’s Sweet Disposition and go as fast as you dare. Stretch those legal limits as much as you think you can get away with So much for upholding the law.
Or, you can just call up a high school friend and scream because she sent you a message telling you she’ll be getting engaged soon.
These work.
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I think my firm in particular has rendered my colleagues and into a state of severe paranoia. We can’t even enjoy our free time without freaking out. Every time her phone rings, Abby instinctively thinks it’s her boss, while I think I see my boss and partners and lawyers everywhere I go, in the mosque, at the mall, in the park. Only yesterday I did a double take because I thought I saw one of them walk by me and immediately thought of documents. Yikes.
I’ve also realised something else.
Since I spend most of my time on the computer to get my work done, it’s sort of programmed itself into my brain. I was going through my closet the other night looking for a particular handbag and had to pull out all the other handbags, hence making a complete mess out of what was once nice, neat and orderly. Once I found the bag I wanted, I looked at the pile of all the other bags lying scattered on the floor and automatically searched for the “Undo” button.
WHICH MEANS.
I need to log out. Now.
Good night all, wasalam.
Enough said here.
