IMHO

Runaway Train of Thought

Sick today. Been sleeping it off since yesterday but woke up at 6:30 a.m. not by choice but because Carol wanted me to take her up to Montalban. Sorry dearie - body not cooperating; that joyride to Pampanga didn't help much either. Throat feels stuffed with steel wool; cough a little better but still hacking up green icky stuff. Ew.

Burned two meals today, breakfast and lunch. Sacrilege! Perhaps was not meant to eat pork (longanisa and humba) today. Ended up with a very heavy helping of minestrone (Carol's recipe, which I made too much of) instead, and later dried fish (espada). Pathetic. And you call yourself a cook.

Had to cancel meeting with Zean tonight. Did some editing for book project though; wrote e-mail to Binx (always a kilometric writing feat). Contemplating on accepting a beauty article (say whut?!) assignment...which requires field research at the malls. Hmmm. Done worse before (can you say cellulite?). Had text conversation with Anson about top secret magazine stuff (not really).

Speaking of text, got an SMS from H today. Attempted to continue text conversation on Yahoo messenger but couldn't read what he was writing. Probably out somewhere playing pool in KC or flying over Ireland or drunk at the Bombardier. Or at a Ford model party with David. Mwehe. Good times. Miss them; miss THEM. Last I saw H was at the O'Hare terminal, backpack full of San Mig Light cans. Last I saw Dave was through the glass window of the ground floor of the Paris apartment, waving goodbye with sad puppy dog eyes. Or maybe that was Savannah, the albino boxer we were dogsitting.

Looking forward to another sleep marathon. Maybe I'll be more coherent in the morning.

posted by Honey Oliveros @ 8:06 PM