Chicken Tinola On A Day Like This

My mom can read me like a book. I went home without Denver after a badminton game and she already knew we had another argument. I didn’t need to utter a word. The look on my face gave it all away. I guess that’s how mother and daughters are.

I didn’t want to eat but she made an effort today and made tinola. I ate wearing only my towel because I was about to enter the bathroom when she pushed me to have lunch. After my shower and two sleeping pills, I was in dreamland.

The pills made it all better.

Ippo was in such a good mood when I woke up. He even gave me a kiss before I left for work. I got to the office just in time. It’s a good day for me.


I’m nearly done consuming 800ml of H2O and its only 1:45AM. I must keep this up. Yes, even if I have to pee every hour.

I brought my tumbler with me. No, I won’t spend a cent in Starbucks today. I’ll be off to the pantry for my third cup of café mocha.

Denver hasn’t turned up for work. I’m afraid he’ll get in trouble because of his excessive absences. I promised to help him but what else can I do?

I should be on leave tomorrow but I haven’t decided whether I’ll be taking it or not. I have no plans, nothing to do. Why waste my SIL credit? I’ll probably turn up at work then.

Apart from the scene at clubsixfifty and crying at the loo, this day is okay. I’m getting pretty used to the bad stuff, pretty soon I won’t be affected.

Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride

Denver appears to be back to normal. Normal being his old sweet self. We have not had a single argument for almost two weeks now. I hate to think that this is too good to be true.

He wrote me a few lines through Yahoo! Greetings last week. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot and a jerk most of the time.” I don’t remember ever hearing anything more honest than this from him. Most of the time, I get hollow promises or meaningless adoration. His admission of his being an idiot and a jerk actually sound better than everything else I have heard from him. Maybe it’s because I can feel the truth behind the words.

Yes, we are okay now, but the depression has not completely abandoned me. I wonder if there really is a surgical procedure that will allow the removal of selected awful memories from my cerebrum. That would be such a joy. Reminds me that I should watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I always see bits of it on cable. Now is a good time to see the entire film. It might inspire me.

Still walking in the fields with my eyes blindfolded. Still wondering what the future holds for him and me. Sometimes I am happy. Other days, I have Diphenhydramine HCI as my ally. Drowning myself to sleep is better than being awake and torturing myself with evil thoughts or dwelling on painful memories.