Met with friends at Uno Cinquenta again, maybe for the last time, for drinks at Uva. From past 7 pm until 11:30 we were just gossiping and laughing our socks off. We reporters love our grapevine and trade stories. Lots of stories.

Craft beer + Sangria = I’m sleepy.

I should be doing a bit of work now because I’m on leave next week, but I’m just so dead. I can’t. 🫠

I need to sleep.

I was so exhausted yesterday because I was chasing people to interview, requesting for coffee meetings for next month with people in Bangkok, while editing and dealing with editor/manager headaches. One of my reporters was being asked by the interviewee to take down a story. It was a bit stressful because we had to trace if the reporter followed protocols, checked his notes whether it jived with what he wrote in the story, and had to look for evidence of what the interviewee claimed he said and did not say.

Getting shit done at work and packing my whole house is draining me. I just want to curl up and read or watch videos or movies on my tablet.

But no, the clock is ticking. Must pack.

We had taken down and washed the curtains. Now the apartment looks bare and sad. My world is topsy turvy right now. We don’t have much food here as we are trying to consume everything in my cupboards and fridge.

I will be packing my clothes and paintings later after I fetch the girls at UP Town Center where they are hanging out with their friends for the last time.

Sounds sad, isn’t it? Like we are now putting a period in this chapter.