battery empty

My cellphone survived a week of crash-charging. Define crash-charging: a term Master Choi came up with to pertain to incomplete cellphone charging, usually less than one hour, just to keep the battery (or at least the battery meter) full.

My cellphone survived a week of crash-charging. I didn't. I crash-charged myself, having only five or six hours of sleep, which I should have been used to ever since my father was brought to the hospital, leaving the rest of us juggle business and household work. Surprisingly I'm still not used to it.

Friday shift ended Saturday morning at 5. I got home by 8. My sister gave me a copy of their "Background of the Study" part of the thesis for editing. No offense meant to the one who wrote it, but it drained me out, literally. It's been three years since the last time I did some editing. two years since the last time I've worked with editors. It's like playing basketball, then you stopped and played chess instead, then after quite some time you played basketball. Without any warm-up routines. (Funny how I came up with such analogy, I don't even play basketball, or chess.) It was really stressful and I can feel the cramps. There is no sentence without at least two editing marks on it; sometimes I'm tempted to just revise the whole thing - which I ended up doing, by the way.

It's already 12 noon, if I'd stick to the original piece I'd still be up by 2 in the afternoon, I have to watch Let's Go and Komiks by 5pm (yeah, Saturday boob tube guilty pleasures, baket?), then a movie by 8pm and a Rest Day Overtime (RDOT) shift by 10pm. That's why I did my own "Background of the Study" and became an instant thesis groupmate, then I dozed off at 1pm. Unfortunately, (I didn't know until my mom made me realize that) the stress with the editing task drained me to the max. I woke up 4am Sunday. All my plans were ruined. No TV trip, no movies, no OT shift. Damn.

It's the first time I ever felt sooooo tired. My mom asked me if I'd still go to work, I said I would, but I can't even open my eyes or get up. It's like I'm in a monster bed, working like a Venus Fly Trap. And for the first time in years... I slept for 15 solid hours. Geez!

I got up, still feeling tired, of oversleeping perhaps. I checked my phone, "Battery Empty." OK buddy, your time to get recharged.

I ate last night's left over dinner, Fried Tuna. Nyehehehe! Then I surfed the net. And I found myself browsing through spa options within Makati. I think I'd love a massage at the Suriya Spa. We'll see about that.

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