This is a continuation of the "Chronicles of a Mumbo-jumbo Honcho" and solely devoted to the period of my withdrawal from my addiction to a red hair dye and all the things that came and went with it. The rest is myth.
Seven past two
Thursday, August 19th, 2010Probably, this is the last time that I am gonna think of her and of the every moments we shared together. It’s been two hours and six minutes since her birthday and I am still re-assembling the contents of a report to my manager. I wished her a happy birthday, as a result of my to-do-or-not-to-do askings from my two helpful co-workers. I was not hoping for a reply, but I guessed I was half-wishing that she will. But she didin’t. It’s now seven past two and I would really like to sleep this off.
Then again, I don’t know why it still hurts.
“Thanks for dropping by! 
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