I just woke up.
Monday morning, I have work again tonight. I was planning to dedicate most of my week off to Susanna Clarke (her book has been with me for a month and I am unable to have time to filp through its pages).
Last Saturday, I was drinking with some co-workers, I guess I was a bit sad and I ended up drinking more than I should… got very loud, my digestive system went through some really bad calisthenics and I ended up whining like a sissy on my cellphone. Ah, yes… a day I wish to wipe out from everybody’s consciousness (much like most of my life).
So yes, just when I was about to say that I have extinguished and lived a somewhat healthier lifestyle, I go on a mortifying relapse… Hahaha!
Bakit nga ba naman kasi tinamaan pa ako ng lungkot… hopefully, I was nice. Most of the time I get into trouble when I am drunk, I get too abrasive and often offensive.
At least I had a good night sleep (which I think totalled more that 12 hours after dropping in bed), I remember having really fun and weird dreams of cabaret dancers, people praising me for my intellectual superiority and so more that my head no longer recalls with much clarity. Must be the alcohol.
Nursing my hangover, I still have to go to my girlfriend the following day. She came back from Baguio to give my pasalubong which comprises of strawberry preserves, Lengua de Gato and silver frog-shaped earrings (she thought it would look really cute on my left ear). The earrings was hand-crafted and had some intricate design on it. It did not look feminine, it looked weird, one reason she bought it (methinks).
Her mind’s still afloat the whole day. The only thing that roused her from her idle disposition is the recollection of a terror threat in the bus and she had to remind me of my intoxicated paroxysm the day earlier (dapat talaga nilalayo ang cellphone pag lasing ako)… This we discussed over dry red wine (she with cranberry juice dahil ayaw nya na uminom) and lumpiang shanghai na tuna. Mga tira-tira nila. It was still nice.
I am at home now after sleeping a good nine hours.
Now I will have time for good old Susanna, for good ol’ Mr. Norrell is not yet done in reviving magic in England.