Facing Off The Monster

I slept 4:00 AM and woke up three hours later this morning. With my current desposition, I wasn’t prepared to face the world.

Roy’s message asking if it’s okay to move our meeting an hour later gave a little breather. But it wasn’t enough. I was too tired physically, mentally, and emotionally to even haul my butt out of my bed.

I reached Pag-IBIG office with a feeling of someone who had been flagellated and about to be crucified. And it’s sweet irony to think the place spells LOVE.

Inside the office, I tried disdainfully listening to Ma’am Santos’ another set of information overload. But her words drifted on and off and failed to register to my cerebrum. I was close the point of yelling due to frustration – if only Roy wasn’t there and as every bit as confused and tired as I am.

The root of the evil is easy to pinpoint – thesis.

We thought we had everything under control. Until Roy was admitted to the hospital and I was busy doing other things, and later on got ill. When we got back, the monster has metamorphosed into a giant. It’s unnerving. It’s daunting.

So here I am, chickening out. I don’t know what to do.

This day sucks big-time. And by the looks of it, this will drag for many days.