Oily Onion Spotted!

I went for my regular morning anchor of a double shot tall latte. In case you're wondering, I still couldn't handle it.

I crystalised. I crystalised on the couch. With him.

I did my running out of him, with crystals turning into waterfall. I ran into Boss.

He caught me by the arm and asked me what's wrong. Why am I crying on the way to work?

"I'm okay, Boss. Really."

He looks at me with the intact frown of which is his signature.... I feel so defeated. So early in the day. Already so tired and so deflated.

Last night I did a running out on my new best friend because Royal Hai-ness wanted to check out. I finally caught my new best friend for a chat, short, but precise. It was her who didn't want to lay her story on the table.

I'm through.