Home-based Thing

Seriously starting to love this work at home thing. I can take power naps whenever I'm drowsy. Like right now. So I'm having a glass of Tequila Rose to wake me up. The downside is there's nobody to talk out loud to. Good thing chatting with people over Skype and YM about funny stuff can still make me go LOL. And there's nobody close enough to disturb when I have my diva moments. Which is all the time. 

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On the Way Home

So, I got totally hammered last night. 5 orgamsic bottles of red horse stallion in the span of 2 hours at TGI Friday's for Tuesday Group. So don't ask me why I was totally intoxicated.

Resulting in me spilling my personal stuff to the elderly, nice cab driver on the way home. I'm so used to be the sullen-silent type during cab rides, drunk or not. Coz I don't want to act all chummy so one can take advantage of it and ask for an additional twenty during pay-out. But he started it. And he wasn't drunk. What's his excuse? He reminded me of my 2 grandpas. 

So now he knows how many we are in the family, why I decided to move out and be on my own and even my personal opinions about Pnoy's taste for younger women and why the road to my apartment isn't all bumpy and muddy anymore. 

But I'm not a celebrity and I don't have deep dark secrets, so no harm done.

Book Worm Mode and Then Some

Started reading my first Nick Hornby novel. I got curious by all the reviews so I decided to purchase it along with Sophie Kinsella's (a long time favorite) latest. 

Since I think I've only heard of him vaguely and in passing and I couldn't even remember when and where, the spectacular reviews were what made me do it.

I'm looking forward to spending the next day or two reading about what he's gonna tell. So far, page one had me chuckling already (while I was waiting in a 48-year-long line for a cab after shopping for refrigerator, beer and household cleaning stools at SM). Got the feeling this might be some kind of dark comedy (yeah! I got that from page 1!), which I'm mostly not a fan of.

But I don't care. It was LOL at page 2 and 3, before I placed it down for some Sunday night booze and movie marathon.

One has to have time management for all the good stuff.

Strange Sunday Brunch

It ain't bad. Just strange. Because it's so normal for me to have some sort of hang-over on Sunday mornings. Today, I woke up feeling like an egg yolk. So I ate this feeling for brunch. 

And rewarded myself with my favorite bacon, Swiss Gourmet Smoked. It doesn't have maple or honey and it's not overly salty. For some, it lacks the essentials of bacon but I love it. Sooo like me right now, I don't have the essentials of being me on a Sunday. I lack booze in my blood stream and I don't have a hang-over. Strange, but I love myself all the same!

Sleeping with Sober

And so the strangeness in my life is seemingly becoming a saga. Today, I woke up feeling strange. And then it hit me: Last night, I absolutely had zero percent alcohol intake. On a Saturday night. I don't think I've ever done this for the past million Saturdays of my grown-up life and my previous grown-up lives. I felt like 5 again last night: sipping a very comforting cup of hot chocolate at home. 

A five year old listening to Erotic Lounge. 

Ok, so I was just a normal grown up opting not to get hammered on a weekend.

The Unexpected Feeling

I think my system has not yet gotten used to the fact that I'm on vacation with no strings attached.

Since June, when I was informed that the company was closing, I've been looking forward to these worry-free moments.

And now it's just so strange. But it's the not-so-bad-strange type of feeling. Still, I wanna get rid of all the strangeness.


Maybe I was so used to the idea that: even when I'm skipping work or calling in sick and just staying happily at home or drinking in a bar at 2PM, I know there are still tasks to do, phone calls to make, emails to reply to, decisions to be made, all waiting for me when I get back.

Now there's nothing waiting for me. And still the sense of urgency persists.

Unexpected feelings always make me chaotic and twirly.

I Don't Miss My Desk

Not at all. But I wanted to take it home. Then somebody else bought it. And over the weekend I forgot all about my desk. Zilch. 

It feels so strange to be at home on a Monday. Knowing that there are no responsibilities waiting for me on my office desk. Because there is no more office desk. And there is no more office.

I guess calling in sick in order to stay at home on a Monday is different than being unemployed and staying at home on a Monday. The first is just a wee bit more naughty, hence, fun.

This is the first time I've been unemployed in 10 years. It's soo relaxing and yet there's a force within that's urging me to do something productive. And I thought I already wanted to retire and do nothing.