1. Woke up with an LSS (Last Song Syndrome) of whose title and lyrics I don't even know. All I knew was that it went something like, "wonderful, wonderful me" and sounded like a little kid song. It was only 45 minutes later (count that!) that I realize that the song came fom Cabaret and the real song actually went something like, "tell them that you met a blah-blah remarkable me and had a blah-blah remarkable time" yadda-yadda. How that song ever got into my head, I'll never know.

2. Stupid microwave doesn't work. Isn't it funny that you never realize how important an appliance is until it doesn't work? No wonder my left-over burger (from Burger King) tasted just a tad cool... even though I warmed it twice. But, at that time, did it ever occur to me that my microwave might be, erm, toast? No. I had to wait until 5, when I woke up from my 30-minute nap hungry and tried to heat my sardines that I realized... it wasn't working. Aaaaah! What to do, what to do... I guess I'm back to heating it using the frying pan - sans oil.

3. In a fit of depression, I jumped into my car and headed out. People in the South, when feeling out of sorts, head off to mostly to Tagaytay for their fix. But people who are near Tagaytay - like me - go the other way.
Just me, my car, and the open road was nice. More than nice. Since I was alone, I kinda sped and over-took left and right because I (all together now!) "had a need for speed" (all those who know the game Need For Speed know what I'm talkin' about). And speed is what I did get. Love driving at night. Although going to South wasn't that fast because there were other cars on the road (I left at around 6-ish). Averaged out about 90-100 kph. Not bad, eh? Daang Hari is speed medication. So glad they made that road.
I passed by ATC to check up on some CDs that I wanted to have exchanged, but since they didn't have any stock at the moment, left and headed off to Festival Mall to watch The Incredibles - that was the only mall that was still showing it - and it was my first time to watch a movie alone. Wasn't so bad. In fact, it was okay.
Afterwards, I wanted to pass my Shopwise because I wanted some alcoholic drinks, but they didn't have any Vodka Ice or Vodka Cruiser. It sold out. Hm, I thought, God must not want me to drink and drive. So, anyway, drove home ("Got a neeeed for speeeed"), averaging 100-110 kph (v.g., heck, it's e!), decided to pass-by 7-11 for my Vodka fix and got it. And memo to me: must not get the yellowish one, the one called... um... "Passion Fruit". Doesn't taste that good. Yet, surprisingly, went down the hatch pretty well - and quickly too.

4. Which brings us to now. I'm eating an instant... noodle-y thingie... forgot the name... Lucky Me Pancit Canton, I think. I threw the wrapper. But, yeah, I think that was it. Picked the one that was spicy coz doesn't spicy stuff go well with alcohol?

5. Doesn't it just suck when things don't make sense? When you used to think you knew what you wanted and how to get it and now, nothing makes sense anymore and you don't know what you want? Hm... yeah... hate that.