Who doesn't want to go/live in the United States? Although my body clock has already been altered—even I am not there yet—that it suits very well to live there normally, I still want to get my body back to the rhythm. The past semester was mainly the cause of it and somehow, I, too. I don't know, but it's like I can't think very well when sun is still up and it's not yet midnight or past midnight. So what I was doing was: when I arrive at home (mostly at 3 to 4pm), I go to sleep until 10 or 11pm and eat my dinner (sometimes I don't) and get all things ready. It includes conditioning myself. I'm pretty sure this routine would be continually repeated for quite a long time.
It might have taken its toll on me (actually, it had several times). Right now, I have headache and tonsillitis—yes, the result of being awake for more than 24 hours yesterday. So to save me from losing more and more antibodies, I went to the city to meet some high school friends and to run away from home where the electricity was down. The one who invited us didn't show up, so I thought this might be another failure, but it wasn't.
We didn't have any plan at all. I said, we'd just meet up and that's when we decide what to do and where to go.
|From right: Nestor, Zanneth, Eunice, and that's me!|
|The Scavengers, we called ourselves, eating Eunice's|
decadent cake leftovers