Would you like a handkerchief?

"No, Sir. Thank you very much," or so I would have said. But instead, all I managed to croak out was a pathetic sounding "no". Well,

Romanticising is rarely beneficial but the mind poisons itself beyond recovery. It's mad, insane and knows itself to be so. The sickness is irrevocable. It's horrid. It's torturous. It's pathetic.

Well, at least, tomorrow, I'll have a break and have a little coffee with the bestie at Starbucks which has become our second home, almost. I cannot wait for  tomorrow evening!