My big exam, the final comprehensive exam for my graduate school degree, is on in a few hours and I still can't sleep. I had thought of using Sleepasil, but then I was afraid of oversleeping so I didn't. I'm pretty confident about the exam actually, but I don't know how I'll hold up with the lack of sleep. I'll try to take a nap later.
Anyway, interesting story: I only use my GMail (firstname.lastname@example.org) account for email, because I find it unwieldy to use multiple accounts, although I do own the Yahoo (email@example.com) account. I check the Yahoo account very, very infrequently and earlier tonight, I decided to check into it (after something like a year, I think) to look for a message. While I didn't find the message I was looking for, I came across a very interesting email dated May 15. It was an offer for me to blog about sports, basketball in particular, for the website of one of the most popular men's magazines in the country.
D'oh, sayang! It would have been a cool forum, especially since I've been watching a lot of basketball these days. I did email the guy back, and hopefully the offer's still good; I checked their sports blog, and there aren't even posts about the UAAP or the NCAA or even the PBA Finals, and my head is swimming with (mostly useless) thoughts about these things, and I'm trying not to write about these in this blog because some people are already complaining about it as it is. Seriously, at this point I can write 3,000 words about RJ "So Cool" Jazul of the Letran Knights, whom most of you probably have never heard of.
Which reminds me, I was talking to Ellen last night on GTalk, while she was on a layover in Dubai from her flight home from Bratislava, and she was complaining that all I ever wrote about were books or sports. I would have countered that I also wrote about music too, but she was getting at the fact that I never wrote about my personal life anymore. Actually, I was telling her about this one girl (it was a long conversation), but then I realized she didn't know anything about this girl because I never wrote about that kind of thing anymore. Which is a good thing, actually, because I really shouldn't be sharing too much, really. But then we started making plans to get together for dinner just so we could catch up more (and so she could interrogate me about this), and she mentioned that we'd have to do this a couple of weeks from now since she'd be spending time home in La Union. And then, as a joke, the idea of getting together in Baguio (which is only an hour and a half away from La Union) came up, and even though my friends and I have plans to go up there at the end of September, the thought of randomly having dinner at Cafe by the Ruins next week sounded really, really good.
I should get some sleep now.
Labels: basketball, insomnia, personal