I mean.. I shouldn't. I know I musn't. No. No. No. No with a capital N written in Arial Black size 160/200.

What kind of woman fall in love with her own design?

I mean it. This is not healthy. But I can't help it! Everytime I design something and it turned out really really beautiful (in my opinion anyway), I just can't help feeling estatic. Like I'm insanely happy. Like I've just taken a sniff of marijuana.

Think about it. My boss will kill me or at least dock my pay if everytime I produce a neat book design I do a little dance of joy in my cubicle. How many times do my boss have to tell me to stop staring at a particular page and start working on the next already? If my client tell their opinion of the design and I roll my eyes thinking "What do YOU know?" If my coworker ask me out for a drink I'll refuse him because I want to finish my design. If my daughter ask me to go shopping with her I'll refuse saying "Mommy is still working, sweetie."

This is not the kind of designer I want to be! Help! Somebody help!

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