#dayfortyeight

Fuck, this day just dragged for so many different reasons.

My nap yesterday totally screwed up my sleep, so I only slept for about 4 hours. Then I went to my doctor's appointment about my arm that I twinged while exercising.

Turns it's only a mild muscle strain, so the doctor prescribed me some Voltaren and told me to come see him again after Golden Week if I'm still not right. But the verdict's in: I'll be able to make the playoffs after all ;-)

But yeah, I still felt really sleepy when I got home, so I took another nap. I don't think I thought this through with not buying coffee this month. It's bad for my gastritis, but I fucking need it for days when I haven't rested well at all. And my body is feeling it now.

I woke up from my nap feeling shitty and with a dull headache. So I walked to work to get some fresh air and to pick up some packages that I ordered on Friday.

After that, I slowly got dressed and ready to meet AS to watch some stand-up comedy at a local bar later in the evening. I decided to rescedule my phone call with my mom since the wifi was misbehaving and I didn't want to rush through our conversation.

I met up with AS and we went to the bar and ordered some drinks before the show started. I behaved and only had a cocktail all night. I definitely didn't want a repeat of drunk-texting X or throwing up onto a taxi door; not my finest hours.

AM arrived a little while later with some friends of her who sat with us. I was friendly and engaging for once with strangers; I'm terribly shy when meeting people for the first time. Since the bar didn't serve food too, I ordered some food from a Mexican restaurant next door just as the show started.

I really enjoyed the comedy show! There were plenty of guys that weren't that funny or whose comedic materials were just plain weird. But the MC and three other comedians, one of which was also from South Africa, slayed me hard. My stomach actually hurt from laughing so much. So it was good to get out of my home and do something fun like that.

After the show, AS suggested that we walk around a flea market across the street which I like visiting whenever I go to this area. Most of the restaurants and stores were closed, but it was still a nice walk. AS bought a few things while I browsed, smiling inwardly at all the times I bought things and souvenirs for my family in this neighbourhood. I've had so many good memories of my city; I hope I can stay here for a long time somehow.

I got really bummed out though when I stopped to look at some music boxes and I saw one in the shape of a Ferris wheel that reminded me of X. She loves Ferris wheels, we both do actually. Something about the romance of it all and seeing the people and the city below from a whole new perspective. Before we broke up, X begged me to send her a Ferris Wheel replica from China since she somehow broke the wooden one she had in her bedroom. I don't even remember how she broke it, probably something really random.

Of course, it wasn't that romantic when X and I finally rode a Ferris Wheel together in Manila two months ago. I was miffed about how expensive it was and X wouldn't let me sit next to her because she claimed it might make one side of the Ferris Wheel 'too heavy'.

X is such a fucking douche. And I'm so fucking cheap. What a perfect match.

I got broody after that, even though AS and I talked animatedly during the taxi ride home. We stopped by work to pick up our packages and took another taxi literally down the road beause all the shit she ordered was a lot and super heavy. The taxi driver very kindly drove us all the way into complex and outside AS's building. AS thanked me for helping her and I took my leave with my own packages and a heavy heart.

I don't know why I'm feeling so sad about X again. I blame it on my stupid, PMS hormones that just won't quit. Tonight was fun and exactly what I needed, but X is always there, smiling and taunting me in the background.