Vacations sort of do that to you. And having one in Boracay can really get your life off-track for a while. I think it's the mixture of the intoxicating sun, the intoxicating alcohol, and the intoxicating everything else of being in a sort-of-faraway place even for just three days. A deadly combination that makes you do things before you think, as if you were drunk. Worse, a tipsiness that lasts days after you've come back.
So I'm admittedly highly vulnerable the past two days. I've been impulse buying, and then spending four to five hours in the gym, I've been craving for the strangest food (ketchup-flavored Piknik!! Anobaa??), and staring off into space when I should be thinking up ad campaign ideas. My May Day Resolutions have been teetering precariously between being taken seriously and being totally forgotten. I don't think tonight is the right time to be deciding about it. My Boracay-tipsy self might surprise little ole sensible me.
I'm totally not myself. And I hope I get over it soon enough, because I don't trust the not myself version of me. Soon enough, before I do something crazy, like send sudden text messages again, and make sudden confessions, and take thoughtless risks, say "yes" to certain invitations I shouldn't be saying "yes" to. Yikes. So for now, let me hit a treadmill where I don't actually have to think.
Off to the gym. Yun man lang, magawa ko nang tama for today. Hehe.
