mondays are made to reset your anticipation for fridays

The weekends found me scrubbing the tile floors and cleaning up my room. Hair is fascinating because it defies decomposition but it’s not too pretty a thing to have strands strewn across evry square foot of your apartment. Now, I took to combing my hair at two designated areas, that way, sweeping the floor wouldn’t be much of an ordeal. Before you get disgusted, let me explain that as lychnobites, you put off all domesticities for the weekends. Everything in between is groundhog day - a routine of eat, sleep, and bathe.

I have the apartment to myself now, which prompted the cleaning spree. Joy flew to LA last Friday, ate flew to Barcelona last month… and the closest I could get to that is by paying off my sleep deficit and flying in my dreams. Just this afternoon, I had that sensation that I was afloat. The line between sleep & wakeness is the most frightening of isthmuses. That’s where your nightmares superimpose with reality and the result is a maddening sleep paralysis. That always happens to me. So now, I’m not really as afraid as when I have not understood it before–the remedy is to plug in some music. I have a playlist for this piano score that does the job pretty decently.

I was late for work today, it’s unforgivable, really, to be late on a Monday. I kept snoozing my alarm, guess I stretched it too far, then finally I zombied my way to the bathroom.

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The knock off dvd player which  Joy p& my sis purchased at P2k two years ago has gone barking mad. It can’t read some of the dvds/vcds… I think its lifespan is only two years; on the ratio of 1 grand:1 year of service.

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A Shawshank Redemption vcd has been lying amongst a sea of movies in my ate’s small private collection for almost two years & yet I just watched it yesterday. Since the darn player won’t play the new ones I got, I popped in SR and watched it while having a rather cholesterol-ey brunch.

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It’s seven ten and that doesn’t count as an o.t., so I’m getting my butt outta here & into bed. Au revoir.