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Lazy Saturday

I got a little stinkin' drunk Saturday morning before I went home... It wasn't any fault of mine. Whenever a free drink is offered, and it's an office thing, take it, right? Hehe!!! It wasn't so bad. Red Horse still kicks a bigger punch than San Mig Light. I probably shouldn't have drank the vodka, though... One hour later, I was already sober and my tummy was protesting quite badly over the green tea frap I was drinking before the alchohol... Whipped cream is just not that easy to mix with other stuff, ne?
Woke up at 8 pm tonight... Felt like a vampire waking up after the sun went down... Still so hot around here lately... Maybe a fresh coat of paint or wallpaper would help... Note to self: Go to hardware store and ask...
Called Nanay up and chatted... She seems lonely... I'll see her next weekend. Better try to be good while there...
Went to the mall, saw a really cute outfit. I want it. If my leg scars fade sufficiently next month, I'll buy it for my birthday. If not, oh well... Wait for a sale?
Went to the bookstore. Found some really good books... Vampire novel, Ikemen manga and demon novel...
I think I'll read the Tale of Genji for this year. Last time I went classic, it was Sherlock Holmes. I hope it's good. Holmes was enjoyable, even to this day.
I'm searching for ebooks right now but I still like paperbacks best... I'll just check these for the moment...
Ate a chicken meal at a decent resto... I just realized I've stopped associating my ex with it automatically now. That's a good step.
I figure I might as well check the grocery store... I actually found some of the big mirrors I've been wanting for my place at a good decent price. I even found a tv stand at less than P1k... I think I'll start fixing up next month or the month after... No excuses for living in a sty, right?
Got myself a small pack of potato chips and some instant noodles. I know instant noodles is really bad and I can get cancer and all from it, but I figure, I might as well just not care if I live past 40 anyway. Not like I have much of a life lately so enjoy it while I can. I'm killing brain cells by drinking anyway, right?
Well... Got home and surfing the net... Will probably be on for a while more...

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