Say one thing about days that begin with running say they grab you by the seat of your pants and don't let go.
Tomorrow is one such day for me wherein I shall exit right from my house in the morning around eight and stay out for as long as the work might take me.
What work you ask?
Visa stuff. All very boring and not in my hands cuz the bureaucrats behind the glass panels like to let themselves feel self important for that one time and one has to let them feel smug about their desk jobs where they see no light of the day.
Ah. Let's see how tomorrow goes .
I'll either be in a rather horrible or most fabulous mood.
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