decaffeinated and back (part 3)
Yesterday’s issue with coffee went so bad, I wasn’t able to do anything that made sense save take a picture of the culprit*: a BIG mug of muddy, bittersweet, goodness that is everything but good. What made the entire episode end up becoming so bad was that coffee was the only thing I had for breakfast. I went out of the house bringing my mug and bread. The humanitarian in me was the reason why I reached the office with everything I left with - minus the bread**. I guess that that was the only good thing that happened to my morning yesterday***. Anyway, after four days of relying on something that didn’t work, my eyes were opened all because of my friendster horoscope: something about ditching a bad habit.
Well, it took 4 days and a horoscope forecast (none of which I have ever taken seriously before) for me to realize that I was killing myself, so I decided to try and eat something healthy for breakfast. My mom and I bought some lettuce yesterday (that’s the green one on top of the plastic container), and I convinced her to buy me a new water container which made me remember how I used to love Marvin the Martian. So my breakfast was composed of: a tuna sandwich made with wholewheat bread, low-fat mayo, lite tuna, and lettuce (the kind I like since it does not cause any flatulence problems) and water. I still am sleepy (seeing as I never sleep well), but at least I can still think straight. And I’m not hungry!
Our flight to Manila is scheduled at 2:30 PM today. I still haven’t packed, and I have this weird prediction that after work, I’ll end up sleeping my butt off, then just cram all of my belongings into a bag 2 hours before the flight. But then, I have never had ANY clairvoyant episodes before. If this should be the first, then I expect my butt to get a good serving of slaps from my fellow editors. If otherwise, I guess I’ll be sleeping my butt of in the airport, instead.
*SIGH*
I have so many issues to deal with, with no room to deal with them. I remember Miguel Villanueva telling me back in high school that he thinks I am very much like comic books: too many issues which make them very difficult to understand in the long run. Oh well. Welcome to my life.
I better get some sleep, and finish this sandwich off.
That’s me enjoying my sandwich. Yum!
**I gave the bread to the subdivision hobo.
***My morning wasn’t as bad as you might think.