Dear Diary

It's 2:40 in the afternoon and all I can do is look at my office window whenever I tire of surfing the net. But this is not for lack of many many things to do, mind you. It's just one of those days when all I wanna do is lie around at home and watch dvds. It is also one of those days when I wish I were as rich as the latest lotto winners because by then, I would have quit my job, set up my own corporation, and manage the business that I have always dreamt of having--loads of cash and minimum work. Haha. Yun nga lang, what business I have in mind takes time before I can rake in the cash. But oh well. 

Going back to reality, I'm so waiting for 6pm to come. It's Friday! Ahhh. I remember the time when I used to go out every weekend. Such was the life of a single guy. Not that I miss it. I just remember it, nothing more. No worries for you there, M. Hehe. So now that all I can dream of is the 6pm bell, I wonder what I'll do by then. Hmm, M's not here. I'm sure K's off somewhere with friends. The other M's not replying to my messages (yes, yes, I may have given M a reason not to--and I apologize for that--but at that time, well, my life was swirling. I couldn't even reply to my cousin who was going to be arraigned at that time. Argh. Those times were hell.) That leaves me with my law school and college friends, which couldn't help either. T is once more in the boondocks with the boondocks friends, and the rest of the college peeps are meeting tomorrow and not tonight.

Hmm. Now that I'm writing about this, it makes me wonder if I really couldn't contact anyone to hang out with tonight. Naman! Sige nga, since it's just 2:56 at my time, I'd try to get in touch with all peeps. That gives me more or less three hours to organize my thoughts and decide on what I want to do tonight.

Gotta go. See yah.