Feb Heat

It's not yet summer but already I can feel a taste of the hell to come. Yay me. I'm about to spend hours of listless sleep again. Not something I look forward to. Thoughts like this make me yearn for the cold of Baguio or even Tagaytay. And I'll soon get desperate. I know it.

I'm cursed with affinity for cold. It's a curse since I'm in a thrice-blasted tropical country. Why I can't be given resistance to warm climate, I've no idea. I can only take each day as it comes. As the usual.

I should really reconsider my stand against sleeping pills... Looks like I may need them soon. That or get drunk on a daily basis before going to sleep. Right. Either take the first step to being a druggie, or be a drunkard and ruin my liver. Lovely choices I have...