Aspirin

NOW:
I'm at home munching on some leftovers. And pounding on my keyboard.

WEARING:
My collared shirt from last nights' party (I got home drunk and tired and fell asleep on the floor by the TV) and boxers.

FEELING:
Sleepy. Tired. Bored. A bit... nevermind.

AM WITH:
Last night it was Heng & Eunice, and Joseph, and some bunch of other people whose names I have totally forgotten. Now I'm alone.

LAST ATE:
Leftover Spam, a banana, a slice of bread, some chocolate.

LAST DRANK:
San Mig Light, and some water. Would like some more.

*******

Now I feel a bit irritated. Suddenly the world's a noisier place. The Garbage truck pulled up and is blasting away on the horn like there's no tomorrow. The dogs are barking, and my brother just decided to turn up the volume on the system to an almost unbearable-no, make that painful level. And he's got one song on repeat mode.

*******

Last night, staring at these people dancing and laughing and drinking, I suddenly thought: "You'll never find someone." Just like that out of the blue. I swear that was one of the scariest things ever to happen to me. Maybe I need a prescription or something.

*******

I'm going back to sleep now....

posted by Karl @ 9:12 AM