Mad Scientess Jane Expat
"November: The eleventh twelfth of a weariness." - Ambrose Bierce|
I'm sick, I have to part company with my passport for an unknown period of time* and everyone at work is in a bad mood.
Someone give me one good reason why I shouldn't wear a balaclava and skulk around for the rest of this month.
* Nobody I know in the States is allowed to have an accident, to come down with a terminal illness, or heaven forbid, be discourteous enough to die during the next several weeks. Okay? Okay.