Saturday sloth

this is what i did today.

1. woke up at 10am.
2. thought it was way too early for a saturday with no overtime to do, so went back to bed.
3. woke up at 12 and decided it was way too hot to get out of bed, so stayed in bed reading.
4. went to sleep again until 130pm.
5. woke up and went downstairs to get breakfast. brought up prito, rice and a lagoon of ketchup and ate in bed.
6. talked to marlon until 3pm or so (still in bed). the most argh-inducing thing he said was, towards the end of our conversation, "what if i fly there tonight?" which was of course, greeted by pensive silence as we both really, truly, SERIOUSLY considered the idea. after all, the chocolate nights weekend buffet at the manila peninsula only runs until tonight.
7. went online with my sister's uberslow laptop and pathetic infocom prepaid connection (the office connection has gotten me sooooo spoiled).

sarap, grabe. i realized i haven't fallen into this slothy pattern since singapore... waking up with an oversleep headache and eating lunch in bed. marlon, meanwhile, has adapted said pattern ever since i flew home. i have officially turned my workaholic boyfriend into a weekend sloth. at least it should be good for his heart, you know, rest and all. if only he wouldn't eat so much corned beef while he's being slothy.

tut tut. one thing at a time.

in a while i guess i'll play bejeweled, which took me ages to download. maybe do a bit more reading--i uncovered yet another dan brown book (digital fortress) in my sister's room. she of the hype buy (i can remember when she was desperately salivating for a palm pilot) now has all four of dan brown books. then maybe i'll go see what DVDs are downstairs. oooh-- big fish and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. funfunfun. i hope inertia doesn't take over once again.

this is what i will do tomorrow.

1. whip up rough draft of speech for alvin carranza (my latest raket, care of gene. fyi, mister carranza owns carranz outdoor, THE biggest billboard/outdoor advertising firm in the country. he owns that mother of all billboards in guadalupe, as well as most of the prime sites around metro manila).
2. email draft to myself and gene.
3. treat self to long overdue foot spa and manicure. mmmm.
4. movie? 13 going on 30?
5. probably talk to marlon, although the poor dear should work a bit too.
6. mourn the end of a deliciously lazy weekend. and pick out an outfit to wear to work monday morning.