It was already dark when I woke up. I flinched at the dancing lights coming from the TV, which I forgot to put to sleep mode a few hours earlier.
My bladder was screaming for release and my stomach was grumbling for food. I groaned loudly. I didn’t wanna get up if it weren’t for these natural necessities.
I still had quite a lot of cooked adobo in the fridge. And I also still had about 2 cups of rice. That would be enough for a satisfying meal.
I groaned again as I forced myself to stand up and get to the bathroom to relieve myself. After washing my hands, I took out the rice from the fridge and shoved it in the microwave. I also took out the adobo and put it on the table, awaiting its turn to be nuked.
I looked at the clock; it’s almost 7PM. Still early if I wanted to go out and have some fun. But then again, I still had to take a shower and dress up and pimp myself, which could take well over an hour. Then I’d have to catch the last bus to Manila if I wanted to have some serious fun (Lipa just doesn’t offer any place to have what I would call “fun”).
The annoying beeps of the microwave had drawn me out of my thoughts. The rice was ready; I just had to nuke the adobo and I’d be ready to eat. I shoved the adobo in the microwave and set it at 60% power and 3 minutes timer. I took a litro pack of Nestea Iced Tea and dissolved it in a liter of cold water as I waited for the adobo to be heated up.
“Maybe Adj and Rey would wanna go somewhere tonight,” I thought. But then again, how many times have I declined their invitations for a night out. It had been a very long time since I had gone out with my college friends. It was always one thing or another.
This is probably the only thing I hate about having a nocturnal job. You just can’t find a lot of time to go out with “normal” friends. And when I did have the time, I usually didn’t have the money to go and have some serious fun. Tough luck.
The beeps signaled that the adobo was ready. I sighed as I took it out of the microwave. I set the table and began eating.
I looked at my table. It could seat 6 people… but usually, there’s only 1 person in this table: me. I sighed.
Then, I laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for being so pathetic. There I was, eating alone… nowhere to go… and not even having the desire to go anywhere. Not even having the desire to talk with or text my friends. Not even having the desire to see or be seen by other people.
For some reason, having a Supernatural DVD marathon seemed more inviting.
And it was a Saturday night.
I laughed at myself again. No wonder I’m alone.
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