It's just a quarter past nine but my mouth keeps on releasing huge yawns. I poured the final drops of coffee from my coffeemaker as I try to update myself with the developments of the North Korean-American conflict from CNN. These days, staying up past 11pm has been a struggle. I used to have the ability to keep my eyes wide open until the sunrise of the next day either to study, go out with friends or finish a season of a drama series. I still have pending office work to do but I just dropped it and decided to call it a day. Anyway, I'll wake up at 5:00 am. By the way, it's Saturday tomorrow.
As I lay on my bed, I tried to review all the stuff that I need to do for the following day. First in my agenda is my outfit. I jumped out of my bed to prepare a white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of khaki chinos and leather loafers from my closet. I also saw an old tight-fitting shirt and my old skinny denim jeans. However, I thought of how uncomfortable it could be in the crotch, so I decided to stick with the first outfit.
Now that I have fixed my wardrobe, I went back to bed and closed my eyes again to proceed with planning the day ahead. Drop by a laundromat. Have my car washed. Bills... association dues, electric bill and credit card bill. That's how I'll pay them in order. I tried to review my credit card bill mentally and enumerate all my past expenses:...this went to the new refrigerator... this went to the car vacuum cleaner... this went to the coffee table and carpet... and this went to the groceries.
Groceries...I remembered how satisfying my last trip to Landers was. After work, my friends and I were looking forward to the end of the day just to do our grocery. I was able to buy a bathroom mat on sale, grapes, nuts and a dozen of zero-calorie soda (calories are something to watch out for).
Then, I remembered the movie night that I'll be hosting soon. It's going to be cool. Different cheese, cold cuts, crackers and a nice movie to play. I got my phone and texted my friend to remind her of the Martini that she promised to bring.
I yawned again. It's just 10:00pm. I remembered how this time used to be the start of my night. The recent visit to a club is not a good story to tell. The strobe lights and "tugs tugs sound"...I can't bear them anymore. It made me throw up not because of the alcohol, but because of the migraine attack that the flashing lights triggered.
I closed my eyes for the final time and recounted my plans. As clear thoughts became entangled with random ideas, I knew that slumber is just around the corner. Then, one final straw of thoughts passed. One is striking that it lingered to me: "Shit. I'm a tito."
As I lay on my bed, I tried to review all the stuff that I need to do for the following day. First in my agenda is my outfit. I jumped out of my bed to prepare a white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of khaki chinos and leather loafers from my closet. I also saw an old tight-fitting shirt and my old skinny denim jeans. However, I thought of how uncomfortable it could be in the crotch, so I decided to stick with the first outfit.
Now that I have fixed my wardrobe, I went back to bed and closed my eyes again to proceed with planning the day ahead. Drop by a laundromat. Have my car washed. Bills... association dues, electric bill and credit card bill. That's how I'll pay them in order. I tried to review my credit card bill mentally and enumerate all my past expenses:...this went to the new refrigerator... this went to the car vacuum cleaner... this went to the coffee table and carpet... and this went to the groceries.
Groceries...I remembered how satisfying my last trip to Landers was. After work, my friends and I were looking forward to the end of the day just to do our grocery. I was able to buy a bathroom mat on sale, grapes, nuts and a dozen of zero-calorie soda (calories are something to watch out for).
Then, I remembered the movie night that I'll be hosting soon. It's going to be cool. Different cheese, cold cuts, crackers and a nice movie to play. I got my phone and texted my friend to remind her of the Martini that she promised to bring.
I yawned again. It's just 10:00pm. I remembered how this time used to be the start of my night. The recent visit to a club is not a good story to tell. The strobe lights and "tugs tugs sound"...I can't bear them anymore. It made me throw up not because of the alcohol, but because of the migraine attack that the flashing lights triggered.
I closed my eyes for the final time and recounted my plans. As clear thoughts became entangled with random ideas, I knew that slumber is just around the corner. Then, one final straw of thoughts passed. One is striking that it lingered to me: "Shit. I'm a tito."
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