border line basket case.

yes. you heard me right. I am a border line basket case right now.

about 50/50. mentally, still my normal self. always ready to burst out with a big laugh. physically though, I feel like somebody who was beat up and left lying in the street to die. bruised with sores all over my body. imagine falling asleep drunk outdoors somewhere, and waking up with no clothes on? yeah. that's how I feel like right about now. ugh!

anyway, back to reporting what happened to me yesterday....

yesterday started out with my waking up at around 3pm. I decided to play my computer game (SOTSE) some. ended up playing for 3 hours. next thing you know, I look at my watch, and realized that - I'm suppose to meet up with some lounge lizards for a moo ka-tat at 7pm. WHAT the fu#k!

in a mad dash, I took a shower, took a dump, brushed my teeth, and shaved all within 15 minutes - a record time for me. .then, I ran out my door, and boarded a bus down the street. I was doing good time on the bus until I hit the halfway mark. the next thing I know, I'm in a traffic jam going nowhere for 10 minutes. so, I get off the bus and start walking towards the location of the moo ka-tat out in rachada.

it is about a mile away. ugh!

by the time I make it to the moo ka-tat to hang out with the guys, it was around 7:30pm. tired, in a sweat. I started eating. within the first 2 minutes of sitting down, I got shocked by the music coming out of this loud speaker situated no more than 15 feet away from my ears.

so much for a good meal over some happy conversation.

I ate for maybe an hour before leaving the moo ka-tat. when I left the place, I was half deaf from all the loud noise. beautiful tells us that there is a better moo ka-tat up the street. so, we will probably go there from now on. for sure, we will be very careful to make sure we are far away from ANY speakers the NEXT time.

after the moo ka-tat, some of us went to this soapie to hangout a little. oogle the scene. from there, I went to the big T for a coffee. and from the big T, I went to my office - the lobby.

met up with gomer pyle, we shot the breeze for a while. he's leaving bangkok returning to the states in about 10 hours. around 1am, I could see that gomer pyle was falling asleep. let him go. went out into the parking lot for a bit. dead. hooked up with kid gallahad, and the watcher. talked some. but even I was getting tired. I left the scene at around 2am. went next door for a burger. then, went home. went to sleep at around 3am. tired. unhappy. feeling unloved. one of those days.

do men experience anything remotely similiar to what women call the "period"? that would be a good subject to discuss someday in the loooooobby.

so, what is on the agenda for today... or rather tonight, you ask?

nothing. ...nothing at all. da brain called me earlier to ask how I was doing. it's about 5pm right now. at the moment, I would be perfectly happy just to lay in bed the rest of the night. but maybe I will feel differently in a few hours.

the key word here is - NUMB.