Hot coffee?
No, I said. Please ice it.
And iced it was to the brim because what am I if not throwing caution to the wind and drinking everything as I please. No more restrictions, no more prudence. I could get a sore throat I know but I'm not going to be worried about it being viral Voldemort!
Also tomorrow is something of an engaging day.
First thing in the morning and I I mean first thing because it's embassy related work and there is no logical reason why they'll operate at certain ghastly morning hours like 8:30 am or so, and yes it's our embassy which means they might operate on IST and things might be not as efficient but one has to keep up with appointment timings and so I have to be present regarding some notarising work after which there's a friend I have to visit who's shifting into a her new home and she wants me to visit her half done house and help her choose colours for the walls, after which I have an early dinner with another friend at a barbecue place.
Phew! Packed I tell you. My days are packed and I'd not have it any other way.
I simple refuse to sit at home.
Why do I feel like drinking wine?
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