You. "The little scratch on the roof of my mouth that would heal if only I would stop tonguing it, but I can't."

Dear Lord, that was something I regret doing. But then, it gave me an idea on how to prepare for the finale without the hassle of sacrificing my break. You know the kind of distraction that I face right now.

WTF is wrong with you?

Cases be done! Cases be done! Cases be done!

"Naks" is my default response to anything that I may or may not be fascinated about. haha!!

Dear Lord, please... Not now.

And then you start to wonder who your real friends are.

So this is how it is to deal with pseudo-clients...