shitstorm

Funny how in a span of 30 minutes I suddenly find myself neck-deep in shit! There's this favor I'm doing for my OFW brother regarding important papers, which requires urgent and expensive trips to UP-Diliman, DFA and Robinsons Galleria. And then these last-minute assignments with ASAP deadlines from my boss-cousin. (And they say life of a free-lance writer is heaven?) Add to those the usual household chores and family obligations I am duty bound to attend to, and the fact that I'm writing my third fucking novel and I'm not even halfway throught it. Jesus! I'm already tired thinking about what a hassle these following days will be. Not even Tommy Chong could put a smile on my face these days. Forgive me if I get cranky. See you, blog, when the storm is over...