after the initial flush, this sudden window that enables freedom is beginning to look daunting.
tomorrow is my last day at work.
we went out for a nice lunch today. just soo, nigel, nishtha and me. and i realised, i am not going to have anybody around to maaro my stupid pjs on.
nobody is going to understand sarcasm.
nobody is going to sit with me and crib about the nonsense deadline.
and worst of all ... no pay cheque at the end of every month.
how am i going to pay my phone bills?
and my credit card bills?
penury ... here i come.
older and poorer, thats what my tomorrow looks like. and lonelier.