Hot and Lazy
Today is no different. I still wake up to find the sun pouring in on my window -- a hint of the awfully hot and lazy afternoon ahead.
Wondering what to do next is my least favorite thing to do this summer, aside from nothing. The problem with doing nothing is you'll never know when you're through. So I sit on my chair, fantasizing about eating halo-halo and choco peanut ice cream, wishing for rain, and overcoming the urge to stick my head in the freezer. Haha, silly me. Must be the heat.
Several long and uneventful hours later, (I could have sworn a while ago the clock's fingers were not moving at all) the sun starts its slow motion fall. I don't know why, but I prefer the stillness of the night. The hours continue to crawl as I strum my guitar, read a book, watch television, play mp3s and wait for the dawn.
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Today is no different. I'm back in my room, facing the pitch-black ceiling, and thinking of what will happen later. But I reckon I'll worry about that when I wake up, as my eyes refuse to stay open anymore.