Exhausting day. Not even an encashed check can make it go away. And trust my feet to drag me, in three-inch heels, to a favorite bookshop and find something I wanted to buy for two years but haven’t as it has always been regularly-priced:
The cheapskate and relatively cash-strapped that I am can only splurge on Booksale items. So the above spelled fulfillment for a cost of 125 pesos. I was tempted to buy a thick reference material on Russia for 110 pesos but self-control took over.
I’m not kidding when I say that I practically have just enough money to last me until the end of the week.
I am iffy with the idea that beyond putting on sunblock and strutting my tanker of a body, I could love reading a book while facing the sea, the gentle wind touching me, and I would wish to stay longer. It’s a sweet temptation I’m willing to face, but, as reality dictates, a risk I would not be willing to take. If I own a laptop which I can bring over there, to loudly tap the keys, composing something more coherent than this, then I don’t know what I’m going to do by Monday. Good thing I’m poor and don’t have one. At best, please let it be Saturday already.
p.s. Nina Simone is a music goddess.
p.p.s. The words of Dr. Allison Cameron to Dr. Greg House kept echoing in my ears. I would like to think it’s my oppressed idea sounding like, BRING STACY BACK (typed by a Huddy, typed by a Huddy), because it’s spoken on the last episode of Season 1 by Dr. Cameron. Try to figure that one out. She said it towards the end. And it hits me. Hard.