Nocturnal Jugulation

This is one of the very few moments that I don't want to sleep. Yet.
I am so tired by the day, that we went far east for a birthday party and equally tired by night, going home far north for another post birthday celebration. I am as sleepy as a sloth. Yet the urge to stay awake is so strong that I'm fighting skin and bones to stay up. This is one of those rarest moments that I am graced w. the opportunity to stay up, being a weekend tomorrow.

So I opted for a movie marathon.

And yet the dog wailed. So I went down and out the yard to free her of her nocturnal itch. Plus the wailing, I cannot bear anymore. And swore, never to chain her at night.

At last. I'm free to feed my movie tumor. How I just wish this would be on a paid seat on a movie house somewhere. If not for my almost empty wallet. Oh wait. Dad just happened to slip a few bills a while ago. But then again, Lolay (grandma) reminded me to save it for allowance. The tension.

Very deja vuic. But I happened to have missed this part of my school life, sometime, somewhere. So. Be careful what you wish for 'cause you might actually get it. Blah.

One Million Dollars.

Or a lovelife.

Blue Genie said,"You can't wish on love."

Fine. So just let me have a one way ticket to *fill in the blank*.

I'm not ready to spill it out yet. Or I wasn't. Or I won't be. Now I'm not sure.

Insert Providence here.

Movie. Fo-cus.