"And I don't even know how I got off the track..."

I woke up early, considering it's Sunday. I have to go somewhere but I'm stalling.

I'm all ready to go. But I thought I'd surf first. There's an interesting blog  I found recently "about the successful integration of Humanity, Nature, and Technology". They find cool, non-uptight ways of saving the world. I found it from a link from Jason Mraz's official - whose journal I find amusing to read.

I'm all ready to go. But I thought I'd have a quick breakfast first. I reheated some leftover pizza and pasta that Luz and I kept in our ref. I microwaved the food, and - tadaah! Carbo-loaded breakfast. I discovered cheese and garlic pizza lose its appeal when you don't eat it straight from the box.

I'm all ready to go. But I thought I'd dry my hair first. It has gotten too long to be ignored but I STILL haven't had the time to get a haircut. Maybe during the Christmas break. They make fun of me at the office when I come to work with almost-dripping hair. I don't have a hair-dryer or anything so I turn on the fan and well - just sit around and listen to Weezer's The Good Life set on repeat mode in my Winamp. I love this song. It's been my LSS for most of the week. Except for that Wednesday when Paulo noticed that my status was from Sister Hazel's Your Winter. So senti, I know.

I'm all ready to go. But I though I'd write a quick blog on how I've been delaying the inevitable necessity of going home to an empty house in Antipolo. I'll make it quick. Dive right in. Do the errands, check if everything's ok. I'm hoping the silence won't be too loud. Damn, I really should get myself a portable music player. And bring Weezer with me wherever I go.

I'll be back in a few hours. Wish me luck. And all together now: "And I don't wanna be an old man anymore. It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor..."