As I was listening...

Mr. Marshall said he hasn't seen me in anything but a blue suit, or a grey one. And yesterday, was in a red dress.

My mom picks my dresses. And she's got exquisite taste. I only have to buy the shoes to go with them.

Last night, dinner for 4, I realise I'm not such with social skills. And I confessed, I'm not out much. I cannot help it. I let this 4-letter word tie me to choices that is not my own.

Everyday this week, I walked out of the office by 7, or 7.30 pm. Regardless of what The Boss has to say. And I have grown too thick skin to be bothered. And I wish this phase is over soon. I have to get better. I have to re-prioritise again. I have to. But I just don't know how.

Last night, on the drive home, I reminded Qert and myself : I'm going to be the next Pink Ank.

I didn't know how to justify this thang. I didn't know how to tell Qert. And he was relentless. He was not gonna give up on me. He expects a full brief online. There, he's just popped up on Skype.
This evening, I am walking out of this office at 6.30 pm. To have dinner at home. With Tom and Jerri. With my mom and dad.

And for everything else, there is tomorrow.