another sleepless night

this post has no sense of purpose, nor direction. i write this as i do with many things, as it has become almost second nature.

wat did i do this sunday. oh right, i was in bed, ignoring phone calls after phone calls from my dad. i think i must have forgotten about the hastily prearranged time for this weekly ritual. it must have been one of those one-sentence quick fire email exchanges. i felt a sense of rebellion with not picking up the call, i refused to pay any attention to the constant buzzing on my desk. somehow or other, by a pure stroke of luck, the device was on silent mode, for i don't know what i would have done to it. i refuse the answer the call, because sunday mornings are for sleeping in.

the better part of the morning was spent with matthew. matthew b. crawford, whose book i've been faithfully reading for the past week or so. progress is painfully slow because i could only seem to manage a few pages at a time in one sitting. i wish i could have just blocked out a whole chunk of my time and devote it to reading. it has sort of become a favorite of late because matthew always seem to present his arguments in the most compelling of fashions. there's no romanticism or horseshit, but rather earnest opinions which the reader may or may not agree upon. but that is perfectly ok because matthew is an awesome guy and he wouldn't give a shit about what you thought or said.

laziness has also finally gotten the better of me on this fateful sunday. the pristine unopened bottle of john (some of you may know him as jack, but he's john to me) daniels in my room that i've been saving has been officially defiled, molested, opened, whatever you wanna call it. it was just too much of a hassle to walk into the kitchen to pour myself a sip from the big bottle. yes i am that lazy and no i'm not an alcoholic.

with neither good news or bad news to comtemplate over, the looming exams seem to be the only dark cloud on the foreseeable horizon. a source of discomfort to say the least, which is why i'm still slugging practice problems at this hour. which is also why i'm writing this post because the most interesting thing i have to report is perhaps that i've just spilled some whiskey on my pants and now i positively smell like a homeless drunk. i cursed at myself as i tried to clean up the spill with a dab of water. then i cursed again because now the wet patch is twice the size of the original. how intelligent. this sudden commotion caught me by surprise, commotion over solitude is probably the equation of my life at this very moment.

so i thought, what would matthew have done? he probably would have smiled and poured himself another drink. i'm too lazy to do that. so i tuck matthew into bed like i do every night, except tonight i won't be joining him, in bed. as you could probably sense, i flaunt my homo side with his help. i even gave him a little wink as i turned around and  carried on what i was doing before...

+listening to: nothing