Day 48



So this is Valentine’s Day, which we celebrated in advance at MegaCenter Mall last Sunday, just after I bought the pocketbooks. There’s no point in writing about it now. I love my wife and I adore my kids but romanticism is not the stuff my writing is made of. If I just write about special days as if on cue, then writing is no more than drudgery. It should be fun and full of surprises as if you are receiving gifts unexpectedly on Valentine’s Day or any other day.



Day 49



I didn’t feel like drinking brandy tonight, so I decided to eat supper early and go to bed at once. That’s what I do when I don’t want to drink. I’m still lucky that I can do it at will. I had better watch my step if I don’t want to be an alcoholic.



Day 50



I’m drunk as I was the previous nights except yesterday, my will devastated again. I’m afraid I can’t trust myself anymore. In spite of that, I don’t lose hope. There’s always hope in me, no matter what happens.



Day 51



Jullian attended the Junior Senior Prom of Wesleyan High School at Bitas and was fetched around 11:30 p.m. He is two years younger than Justin and will graduate in March. As to the course he’s going to take in college, he is still in a limbo. Once I jokingly suggested nursing, but he winced at the idea. I explained that even those brainless bullies are taking up nursing and they don’t care even if they become women as long as they can go abroad and earn the almighty dollar. He shook his head and the matter was closed.

