Sweet nothings

I am rather enjoying my first...no, make that second day (since it's 1:52 am already) of my sem break. Although of course, as it is normal in my passivity to ignore the fact of 'you-can-relax-now' while it stares at me in the face...I am still experiencing the jitters of 'I-have-work-to-do'.

Ah. Well. Hard to break a habit once it gets to you. Meanwhile I have an radiograph and some physical handling to expect this monday, plus a movie to direct in time with the college's annual film fest. And yeah, there's that thorn of a 16-hour babe-bathin', cord-cuttin', suction-me-fast-you-idiot duty happening on Oct 30 and 31. Great timing, considering that all of us in my Ma's side of the clan are supposed to be up in Baguio then for another get-together wherin we hope to have a full attendance for the first time. Aw yeah. Just great.

Yes, I am being ironic. Bitter. Whatever. Maybe I'm even sounding like Dr. House. Speaking of which, his passionate indifference makes me want to be an RN MD all the more. How sentimental, making it big in the exploitation of sick people, ah life. Hahaha.

Ay...I know I should sleep. My cells are going against me. They all want me down. I say shut up. But of course, they can't. And I don't want them to, of course. While I'm alive, of course. And awake, so most of them can't rest. And writing this blog entry down to remind me of stuff and add more words to this heartnotes collection. How sad. My bro thinks it's pathetic. I say it's therapeutic. But I may be wrong. Must be an act of self-pleasuring, which can't be wrong on my side of the bed, but can be wrong on the other. And a million places like the ward. Who knows...

And since this is my first entry since I had decided to get my hands dirty with what normal people call 'work,' I might as well blab in my personal space and in the process do a recap. And a short one.

Lots have changed. Most of the changes occured in me. I'm not getting any younger. I wish my heart was. As it should strive to be.

There. Recap over. And successfully short. Now before my laugh trip tomorrow with my fellas in moa, let me just take a journey called 'sleep.' And perhaps I can hope for a good stay at REM stage while I'm at it...