Plain as Day (Thursday, September 16, 2004)

Looks like 9.30 is fast becoming my official wake up time. Today was so plain that it could be summed up in a few bullet points:

• stayed at home all day
• read Frank McCourt's "'Tis"
• didn't break any sweat (haven't been exercising the whole week)
  
• checked out the internet (replied a couple 'em e-mails)
  
• watched Lilo and Stitch (it's not as fun as when you're watching it with a girl, giggling to the movie, next to ya)

Guess that's pretty much it.

Oh yeah,
Realized that I stopped hating Monday (that ugly bitch of a girlfriend) the way I used to. The days started to look all the same to me. Weekends will always be more exciting, of course. But since I have no routine Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays started to feel all the same to me. I guess I need to graduate as soon as possible, get myself a job, throw myself into a boring routine everyday, from 8 to 5, like they all say. So that I could start hating Mondays, that sorry excuse for a girlfriend, again like everybody else. Sad, isn't it?

And I also realized that the way I feel toward days lately is almost the same like the way I feel toward girls. They're all the same. Nothing special. Hope maybe it's because I haven't been meeting more of them lately. Probably need to hang out with newer crowd. Hell, I don't know. As long as I'm not turning into one of 'em faggots (excuse the language) I'm fine.

Oh, it's been an oh-so-plain day. But it's okay, people. It's okay. As long as I still have my wits about, as long as there's still breath in this body, and as long as this heart is still filled with yearning for a lot of things, material or immaterial, I'm fine.