and that will be the last i'll speak of it.
until of course the time it's finished, and i'm sitting down with a book, daydreaming, watching some videos, jotting down notes.
until i am unwinding.
till then, i would have to puke at the smell of this worst internet cafe i am in, frown and wait for any signal from heaven that says,
"earthling, stand straight and smile. wipe off the puke at the sides of your mouth."