Loeb

So weird. I had gone to bed half passed midnight after reading the first chapter of "The Interpretation of Murder" by Jed Rubenfeld. It is my usual dose when I can hardly put myself to sleep at night, which happens to me most of the time now. But what makes it weird is that I woke up sometime 5am, and feel so restless. And instead of summoning the spirit of sleep I started to reckon my recent past, active present, and short-goaled future.

I also recalled the whats and whos few hours before I sleep. The last person I talked to was my housemate Mike, who just came back from Pinas with his wife. I missed them. The last person I spoke over the phone was Allen Aberdough, who murderously eat our leche flan last weekend. This man is so easy to befriend with, and I enjoy his company. The last person I sms was Ryan Gonzales, who is as crazy and witty as I am, that we spend 1 hour working out, and the rest laughing. The last person kissed goodnight was Jess, who came by our place to fit her gown for Mike's wedding. Geez she was curvaceous despite her extra large size. She reminded me of Mau Marcelo during the Asian Idol. Of course my friend is way to pretty and sexy. The last person I chatted online with was Naida, which made me think now if she was the main reason I got this nightmare after asking me seriously if she is pretty. I thought she was. But she is prettier now.

Weird. Really weird. And when I checked on my phone last night before going to bed, I noticed this weird numbers on my message folder. 77 Inbox, 77 Outbox, 7 Drafts. Creepy.

Of course, there is no mystery. It's only numbers and it's insignificant. But it gave me a thought.

I must have been watching Patayin Sa Sindak Si Barbara too much. Good morning Lord!