And So I Did My Laundry

I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been trying for the past 2 hours but slumber has so far eluded me. I’m supposed to wake up in less than 3 hours and then drive 2 hours to Batangas and run/jog/walk 10 kilometers up and down a hilly terrain, so you could imagine how badly I need to sleep.

Maybe it’s a result of having slept through until lunch. But that was only a 5 hour nap so I should’ve been running on empty a few hours ago. And to think that I chugged 4 bottles of beer and 2 shots of brandy just this evening. I’ve even read a few pages of the books that I have just bought to no avail. Paging Mr. Sandman?

So after much frustration, I got up and opened my laptop. Figured that writing myself to sleep is worth a try. So let’s see if this works. And in the spirit of multi-tasking, you guessed it, I’m also doing my laundry.

Hmm, what to say what to say what to say? Shall I attempt poetry? Ahem…

At such ungodly hours I find

Myself thinking about nothing.

As nothing begets another in mind,

Unthoughts seemingly indeed unfascinating

What a load of crap. Though pretty boring, still did not even slightly move me closer to drowsiness. Oh well…

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My dad, who I call by his first name, dropped by this afternon. No reason really, just wanted to have a little chat. It felt really weird that as the years go by he seems to get smaller and smaller. You see, in my childhood, he was a figure that was larger than life. Now that I’m all grown up and a little wiser, that image seems to fade as I discover the mortality of his person. Quite natural, I’ll bet, but it is a little sad that “super-dad” is slowly looking more and more like a real person. But granted that he is getting smaller, what he has been able to do is more than what I think I ever will in my lifetime.

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For the past few weeks, I have been pining for a new home theater system. Nothing fancy, but it will still carve out a huge dent in my non-existent savings. So to be able to afford it, I have been stressing my ass off performing certain services for money. No, not whoring! (if only I were so lucky!) Can’t say actually but don’t worry, nothing illegal.

Anyway, the stress that I have been putting myself under is causing me to twitch every so often just recently. I did not know that stress was the most likely cause until Nolan told me. That information gave irony to what I was doing. The means to buy something that would take my stress away was actually causing stress? Damn.

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Last night, I was talking to Ethel over the phone. I realize now that I was a bit too drunk for the duration of that call as I seem to remember bits of what my mouth involuntarily spewed out. Quite embarassing, really. So for the rest of the day, I have had this sneaking suspicion that despite the freezing temperatures in Illinois, Ethel is laughing her ass off at my expense.