When did I become the person who blogs once a month?
When did I become someone who lets her work worries affect her enjoyment of her weekend? (It's JUST A JOB NATALIE...)
When did I become someone who needs at least a week's notice for going out on the weekend, who needs to check her GCal (or as Charlene calls it, 'Galendar', a name I secretly think is awesome and wish I'd come up with) to see if she's free?
When did I become someone who gets really pissed off when someone can't make the event I've planned, be it curry, a braai, a night in a Spanish pub? I hate it when people hold a grudge against you for this, who keep tabs on 'oh you didn't come to this so you owe me one'. Seriously, that's me now! Why?
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