I don't know why I woke up

7 am. I don't know why I woke up. I had tossed till quite a late hour. It was pouring outside. I had a mug of Milo with random hunk of bread, watched a video, felt incredibly stupid, and went back to bed.

8 am. Set alarm back. And again. And again. And again. And again.

10 am. Toss toss. Dad asks what bags are. I ask where car is. I walk straight past car in the basement to take the lift to the higher decks where I spiral up and down lugging the bags. Drive was good, except for honky tonk badonkadonk driver from right vying for same lane as I from left.

11 am. I open the front door wordless. Drove home and got ready for lunch with dad and aunt's family (her treat) at AquaMarine.

1 pm. Me likey oysters.

3 pm. Dad drops me off at Orchard Central. I descend into the basement and read by the three urns. Read was highly enjoyable, as was being artificially hugged in the cold. A nap in a chiropractically unsound position led to neckache and loss of appetite.

6 pm. I reached O School early to change and defrost for Gin and Fredy's. Forgetstepititis (coupled today with bronchitis) strikes more frequently nowadays.

9 pm. The hater is finally revealed after crispy chicken and a sip of milk tea, although I wonder if he was the only one.

10 pm. Bus home with Puay Son.