sure. wait. what?

Let’s do away with the usual kuda and go straight at it. I am currently

reading tweets, recaps, and articles about The Good Place, an American television show that I binge-watched this weekend; my favourite piece, so far, is Shawn Adler’s “A Moral Defense of Chidi’s Swoleness: An Ethical Examination of Abs in ‘The Good Place’”;

writing this post and another document that summarizes my notes on non-TGP articles I’ve read recently (e.g. Susan Sontag’s “Against Interpretation” and Gary Bettinson’s “Wong Kar Wai and the Poetics of Hong Kong Cinema”);

listening to the ticking of the clock and the humming of the furnace; I’m already in Sleep Mode so no more music;

thinking about how my weekend went — even though I didn’t leave the house and celebrated Halloween like a typical twenty-something living on This Side of the World, I still think my weekend was well spent;

smelling the fragrance of Ivory shower gel (I just took a warm shower a few minutes ago);

wishing that tomorrow will be a good kind of Monday — the kind that doesn’t remind me every 10 minutes that Friday is still five days away;

hoping that every policeman who abuses their power gets a special torture surprise in The Bad Place;

wearing shorts and an oversized t-shirt, what else;

loving the Barcelona win against Real Madrid this morning; it was 5-1, you guys, and if you’re into football, that scoreline is bonkers;

wanting — this is odd, hmm, because I can’t think of anything I want right now;

needing to drink more water every day, I guess;

feeling sleepy, and rightfully so.

Have a good night, kids. And may we all have a stress-free, productive Monday.

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The featured image is a photo of my soulmate Manny Jacinto that I got from here.