Friday, 28 February 2020 | 08:18 AM
Every morning, I sit, I linger for a while, fidgeting, reading, writing crap on the net.
Feels like be sitting in a waiting room. I mean, nothing wrong about it, it’s fine! I perceptively feel once it gets to my turn. Only a bit awkward if the waiting room is plenty of people waiting for the same turn.
Picture it.
the Shy Tird 