The fan compels me

I was about to sleep you know. Cause heyyy its after midnight and I have work tomorrow…but no. But I really should sleep, been late for work for two months already? It doesn’t matter—the attendance…thick skinned I maybe, I make amends. Yet I really have to sleep but I am just a bundle of emotions tonight. And no degree of time would make it go away for the moment—before or after.

Nice to see that my “Theory” series has been realized though it isn’t finished yet (sorry forgot to append “to be concluded in the end) will try to fish it out of me over the weekend, though I don’t think it’s possible there’s so much stuff to do…work, life, apps and I’m not even in Makati anymore. I have to get a grip on my work sched…been cramming since day one, probably till the day I die.

My throat is parched, I’m thirsty but the ref’s an awful lot of steps away. But the fan compels me to type. Something, anything…you know.

I confess I’m a bit pressured on how to end the Theory serial. Can’t seem to find an appropriate end to it. I must say I’m rooting for a dark ending but might change my mind. I cannot wait to reread this piece when I turn 30…I’ll even comment on it something like, “You fool!”

I couldn’t decide on a life altering decision again. So I’ll do it anyway, regrets and problems later. Woot!

Lookin’ forward to Friday night
& to this life

ok. That’s it sleeping na