Codebreaker

So you woke up before five in the morning only to inform the boss that your tummy was acting crazy. You said in a text message that you can't go to work and then with a press of a button, it was sent. You didn't even bother waiting for a reply before going back to sleep because the truth is, you lied! You're just too lazy to leave your house before sunrise. You're confident they'll buy your fabrication. After all, you told your colleagues the night before that you'll pig out on Menudo which you've asked the maid to cook for supper. It was already past noon when you left the sheets and then what did you do? You played Sims until four in the afternoon! What a good way to start the day! In the game, your main character - a big fat lady with small round glasses - died. She died of electrocution after trying to fix her boss' dishwasher. Her passing left two teenage boys orphaned. These boys - which were not siblings but more of best friends (and potential lovers) - moved to a new house next to a cliff. The stunning view of the sea made you green with envy. You wished it's your home and not theirs. This jealousy, I suspect was the reason why it took some time before you left your room, had your haircut and then opted to go to your gym - which you had to rethink since there's a kanto gym beside the barber shop and you'd just have to shell fifty pesos for a one-time work out. This fifty pesos, you thought, is the same amount of money you'll pay the FX for a round trip fare to Eclipse and back. Aside from the wasted time, you're in no mood to travel far. You just felt ill. Returning home, you ate Tuna Clubhouse Sandwich for dinner, went to watch Peter Pan on Disney Channel and then had a last minute decision to blog before going back to your addiction.

It's now almost 10 pm and you have two more hours before bedtime. It makes me wonder, from the activities you've had the whole day, was it all...

... worth being absent at work?



Just making you feel guilty.

Love and kisses,

Altair