Ka-Blog!

I woke up, uncharacteristically, at ten in the morning.  I was out late with CEGP colleagues from the early nineties.  After several bottles and a long drive, I didn’t wake up until it was way past my usual 6-ish.

   It feels good to be hung-out and be doing the things you did when you were in your teens and early twenties.  Nakaka-miss din.  But thanks to my painful gout and my ever-expanding gut, this happens less and less.

   But my real problem is this: there’s nothing on the ref except some stale bread and malamig na tubig.  I need my caffeine fix and my carbo load in the morning to get my bowels moving.  It’s not a good start for the day for me without my 15-minutes bathroom sabbatical while the news blares in the background and I have some good read with me.

   I have this routine down pat.  If I have a pocketbook with me, my throne-sitting is good for ten pages.  If I have the papers, then the episode is good for the sports section.

   Now that, my friends, is discipline.

   This morning, though, I had to cobble up something fast.  Nangangasim na kasi ang sikmura ko.  So I opened some drawers and I found the following: a lonely green tea bag, a can of tuna meat, a can of soon to be expired tomato paste, and a fistful of bukbuking penne (double "n" yan) pasta.

   Guess what I had for breakfast.