The Hours Go A’Bumping
It’s strange how days pass by quickly, the hours seemingly bumping into each other, even when I’m not really doing anything. Does this mean 2012 would end even before I have completely wrapped my head around the idea of this new year?
In an attempt to make myself more useful, I’ve been setting up all sorts of routines for myself, routines that I start out intending to stick to rigidly. As a matter of fact, according to my self-imposed schedule, right now, I should be reading Santiago V. Alvarez’s The Katipunan and the Revolution: Memoirs of a General. But, I feel floppy and crumbly and my eyes sting strangely; and all I can think about at this hour is bed and cans of Coke (regular, not diet, thank you very much!) and what’s left of the clubhouse sandwich I made earlier, and how I should at least be in bed lolling instead of hammering away on this keyboard when I don’t really have anything to write about.
But hey, at least my eyeglasses have been fixed. I no longer have to squint like an octogenarian every time I try to read something that’s more than five feet away; and at least I managed to tick off two of the things on my To Do list: get more sleep and watch more films.
Here’s hoping that I don’t sit on my eyeglasses again for the next six months at least, that I’d get to read Alvarez when I wake up, and that I can re-learn with some degree of success how to stop writing like I’d be fined each time I use a period. Meanwhile, I protest the objectification of donkeys everywhere. That is all.