It's been a day after i escaped my medical prison at St. Lukes', where i stayed mostly drugged and intoxicated for two friggin days. I woke up feeling bored, with an upset stomach and a throbbing wound. I remembered i've down a couple of vanilla ice cream cups before hitting the sack so i have to haul up my ass and rush to the comfort room and let the monster out. I went back to my room to check my mobile phones for any message coming from a wellwisher or two but sad to say there is none. I grab Jessica Zafra's latest twisted flick to read but did not last long, im still tipsy. "Hey, what about breakfast?" my wifey said, "Nah, maybe later, still got a rumbling stomach" i replied. So i decided to surf the net, crawled like an old roach to the computer table and started to check my mail, friendster updates, comments or rantings for my blog. Tsk! aside from the last post i made, there is none. " Oh god! this is going to be a long day" i muttered, what else can i do? aside from bedrest and getting drugged with high powered, machine gun like medicines doctor steve prescibed me. No new dvd's and i already kicked Darius's ass ( The antagonist in need for speed carbon) alot of times already, I decided to grab my pocket pc and open the image viewer and check the Enchanted Kingdom photos of my kidde mates. It made me smile. Ok, i'll try to write. A poem? i'm in a rut to do that so i decided to write about this 1st boring day after i went out of the hospital. It doesn't seem to make sense but it is consuming me, so boredom somehow gave me a break. I'll watch the tele later while boredom is having a break, just like the giraffe.
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