The Badly Written Sitcom

Recently,
I got this insect bite that got infected and I couldn’t walk and
shit. It blows on my part of course. Not just because I have a harder
time going to Ortigas, which is a ways away from the humble apartment
I share with one of those people that dragged me to the damned Ja
Rule concert, not just because I might have an operation because of
some teeny weeny bug deciding my ankle was a tasty treat, but mostly
because the good old doctor told me that I can’t drink. Maybe for two
weeks.

Two
whole fucking weeks. I’ll be sober for two weeks! Shit.

I
don’t want to sound like a compete alkie but come on! Getting
drunk from Friday to Sunday is my thing. You know?

Anyhoo,
on to the rest of the sitcom. I’m officially single now, and damn, it
feels good. Like I may have mentioned before, tis time, I’ll be
thinking of me for a change. I’ve spent the better part of last year
worrying about other people, so it’s time I logged in some major “me”
time.

Forget
Emo Rene, you wont be seeing that dude for quite some time.

I’m
freshly squeezed and ready to maximize my time now. (And once I get
clearance to drink again, oh boy! Watch out! No, I do not have a
drinking problem, thank you for not asking.) I can see clearly now,
now that the rain has come.

I
have been spending the past several weeks with a new group of people,
mostly the ones I work with at nights, and it’s very refreshing.
Falling in love again under the city lights, like I’ve been saying
all along.

I’ve
also decided to make up to those people I may have neglected during
the time I was doing that thing I was doing over the past few months.

We’ll
see. I’ve lived a little, loved a little, and got my poor heart
broken a little. Yeah, yeah, that’s the story of and the glory of
love. (Forgive if most of the material here are ripped off from
songs, it’s just that I just finished blogging for the Hidalgo Boys
account and I truly have a song in my heart.)

Little
by little, I’m getting out of this funk. And now that most of the
traces of my past life as good old Professor Cruz has been shed, I’m
deadly curious about the things that are going to happen next. There
are still a few villains out there that wont go quietly, but bring it
on I say! New day, and not quite new me. We’re all doomed far as I
see it.

Call me Mr. Brightside again, bitches.

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