I walked home today, down EDSA in the rain. See, that's my optimism about the weather: I step out of the house each day perfectly convinced that it can't possibly rain because hello, I'm out. That... and working, of the making-money working sort. I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm jetlagged without going anywhere, and running on a massive sleep debt, but this is a good place to be. I can't pinpoint why

I got home at 10 pm tonight, drama-free. Last night I told my mom I was coming home late because of a film I had to watch and write a reaction paper about, and all my mom said was "okay". After checking...it. I was supposed to go home right after it ended at 7:30, but no one picked up at home when I tried calling, so I ended up staying til 9:30. Waiting. In hindsight, this post did not make any sense