In between all the report churning, email replying, workload clearing (or so I think) over the Chinese New Year holiday, I realised how much I miss getting lost behind books and finally completed the last two Harry Potter books. I suppose the regularly long work days make the lack of reading understandable but still not acceptable.
I am mourning the loss of whatever little linguistic flare I have left.
Fuck we are already 35% into Feb. Where did Jan go?
In the past few weeks, I discovered the astonishing lack of sacred cows; whether this is a cause for celebration remains to be seen.
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