Hello Monday.

Once again, I find myself cramming. I should have started working on my “unprescribed” assignment yesterday, nay, last week even. Then I wouldn’t be in this jam. But I (and a small team of equally nit-picky, delightfully demented individuals) had to make little painted cutouts of Nativity characters for the kids’ Sunday school last Saturday night. And I was working with my obssessive-compulsive mother who has serious choleric tendencies. She insisted that we finish all  four of the backdrops (one meter by one meter plastic sheets with little pockets to stick the characters in) before Sunday. (Incidentally, the Sunday school teachers only used one of the backdrops during Sunday school. *Sigh* no matter.) We wound up sleeping around one am.

And THEN there was the matter of singing The Prayer for Sunday service. Which took plenty of practice time.

So come Sunday afternoon, I was a semi-conscious lump on the living room couch. I woke up around three pm. I should have started working THEN, but noooooo. I had to go out with my dad, to hunt up some DVDs. (Got the GTO compilation, and a DVD of Animaniacs. Wheee.) And then we went shopping for an electric fan. And then we had siopao at Chowking and poked fun at the tacky Christmas decor. They had a raindeer…or maybe it was an elk…in their Nativity. The raindeer’s head was made of those Chowking paper cups they use for halo-halo. The three wise men were bearing gifts of chao-fan, chicharap, and halo-halo.We got home around 5 pm.

I should have started working THEN, but nooooo…we had to watch Fahrenheit 9/11.

To make a long story short, I didn’t do a thing. I made a lame-ass attempt to get some readings done, but found myself drooling on a page about social phenomenology. I went to bed around 12. And swore to wake up early to do my work.

Hello, Monday. Woke up at 4. Managed to finish two-thirds of the whole thing. Found it kind of fun even (I swear I must have latent masochistic tendencies or something.) But somewhere between symbolic interactionism and the ethnography of communication, I discovered that my brain was beginning to slosh around in my skull. So I decided to take a break.

So here I am, blogging.

Break over. Back to work.

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