This week, I’ve felt about a hair away from either a tantrum or a nervous breakdown. Hyperventilating at my desk at work is not good.
I need a vacation. Oh wait, I have one soon! This time next week I’m going to be in Dublin. I'll be jet-lagged out of my mind, but I won't be here.
In the meantime, there’s nothing that can’t be cured with Vietnamese spring rolls.
Or some eye candy, courtesy of the windows at Holt Renfrew on Bloor Street.
Can’t afford any of these, but somehow, it satisfies the soul.