current music: wala

Which is what I don't like about the fact that the Internet access has moved from the den (my adopted room) into Mom and Dad's room here. Sure, the fact that viruses have plagued the one downstairs has something to do with it, but still. It just darn stinks that I can no longer play music when I type, since Mom deleted them all from this PC. I also can't find my Sugarfree CD. Drat drat drat.

But I am grateful that:
1.) my *new* fave football team, Arsenal, have been undefeated for a record 43 straight games. Yey!
2.) No classes again today and all my deadlines are done (save 2 papers due next month.) Wheee!

Now for not-so-nice stuff. It's days like this when I find myself eating and sitting around too much. Crap. As if eating and sitting around were things I've not had enough of in my lifetime. It's days like these I remmber Neruda's "Walking Around", and I feel myself becoming a root buried in the wet ground more and more.

My head hurts, and so does my torso. I'm losing certainty why my stomach hurts, whether I've overeaten, or am thirsty, or need to puke. I can't lie down to sleep, as I find my bed too uninviting: I've spent a grand total of 12 hours asleep last nigt. Yep. No joke.

And it's too rainy to get out and play basketball. And I've acquired a distaste for jogging.

Maybe if I had an iPod, I'd really learn to like hitting the road and running. Yeah. The lack of music is my main gripe. That, and the chaos it wreaks on my already battered feet. But yeah. Sounds are all that's keeping me.

I now have mixed feeling on whether or not I want to have classes tomorrow. It is, after all, a Friday, and that means I have to drive for my brother. It also means Lighthouse day. A bad thing and a good thing. Hmm.

Maybe I ought to stop musing about tomorrow, and actually prepare for it by reading and charging my phone. Bahala na si Batman sa advisement at ulan.