September 25, 2019
2 p.m. Still awake. I wasn't so sleepy after all. But now I decide it's time to sleep. In bed I think back to why I didn't want to come home earlier. "This is the house I didn't want to come home to?" I come to the conclusion that on any other day I would be thinking the opposite: "This is the house I wanted to come home to?" So I just punctuate the day with a happy thought: Three Bonitos (four if we count Kuya's). I count the hours until I need to wake up: 4 hours. Bye.