Thank God it's Friday!

Finally the week ends, albeit on a rather harrowing note.

Last weekend was one of my worst ever. I went home Saturday afternoon to check on Daddy. I was so worried that his abdominal pains would turn out to be cancer or something. As of last weekend, the doctors still hadn't quite figured out what was wrong, mainly because Daddy was not very helpful in describing what sort of pain it was and where it was radiating from exactly. All he knew was that it hurt in his general stomach area. Gawd. Ang kulit, I tell you! He was under medication then, and stubborn as he is (Yes, I think I got my hair and THAT trait from him!), he wouldn't take his medicine if we didn't bug him like hell to. We were pestering him to drink his water, and he kept on saying he'd already reached his quota for the day. Unforgettable line: "Bakit, dapat ba tuwing iinom ako ng tubig, ipapakita ko sa inyo?" Yep, that's Daddy for you. At that point, all the tests had come back negative for anything bad, but there were kidney and prostate tests results that were due Wednesday. I was just sick with worry the entire time I was up at 6am on Sunday. I went to mass with Marcus, Rex, and Dad then we all left for Alabang. I think they were going furniture shopping for the new house or something. I ended up taking a bus from Alabang to Philcoa then 2 jeepney rides to get to the condo. By the time I plopped down on my bed, I was tired as hell. I couldn't get myself to study for LocGov. I had a really bad headache. Psychosomatic. Later Sunday night, I met up with L.A. to have a beer to soothe my nerves.

Monday, I managed to go to all my classes.

Tuesday, Leonen gave us a free cut, but I was already in school in frumpiest outfit, no contacts and dripping hair. I decided to make the most out of my cab ride money and stay in the lib to study. I just hung out with Mitch and Rich at the Portia booth haggling people to guess how many jellies there were in the jar.

And then came Wednesday looming over my head. That was one of the few days I was actually ready to face Ma'am Beth and DanGat. I had marginal notes and all. Read everything twice over. Which is so not me. I had my digests photocopied and arranged already, ready to be distributed. And then I got a text that we weren't going to have PrIL. Ma'am Beth had pharingitis or something. I left the condo 1:45, which usually gives me 5 to 10 minutes leeway to chat. But no, on that particularly horrible day, there were ZERO available cabs along Katipunan. I finally got one around 2pm, and LocGov starts at 2!!! Traffic was horrendous, and I ended up getting to Malcolm at 2:30. Couldn't go to class THAT late, so I immediately proceeded to burn tobacco and inhale the smoke. Lucky for me I didn't get called. Oggs did though. For the cases I digested. We didn't talk for 2 days but I think we're friends now... At least I hope so...

Thursday, I was again prepared for our scheduled SpecPro quiz, but we never got around to it. Which is a good thing. I also found out Daddy had kidney stones. Or stone. I'm not very sure about the particulars. So now he's under medication. It's still never a good thing to have kidney stones, but given the fact that I was thinking CANCER, I guess that's fine.

Today, holy crap. I was again as ready as can be to go to class. But no, as my fate has it, even though I slept at 2 and set my alarm for 9am to go to PrIL at 11, I ended up waking up at 11. I somehow managed to cancel all my alarms in my sleep. I swear, it's a curse! So then I got out of bed a bit later so I could go to LocGov. I left the condo at 1:30. The past 3 or so years I've been in UP Law, it never took more than 30 minutes to get to school, and that already factors in rain, the time I spend waiting for a cab and walking to class. It was just drizzling, so I figured it wouldn't be too hard to get a cab. I was wrong. After 15 minutes of no available cab in sight, I decided to take the jeep. To cut the long story short, it took me an hour and a half to get to school, and by that time, LocGov was over. Again, I was lucky not to have gotten called. And then Danny Con gave us a free cut. So why am I still holed up in the fucking lib? I'm waiting for Chi and Rich to get out of CivPro with Avena. I hate this week, I swear! I don't know how these things happen, and why they seem to be happening to me a hell of a lot more than other people. It's Murphy's Law all over again. Damn damn damn.

I hope breakfast with Tito Iggy tomorrow morning will start a good pattern... Otherwise, I might as well shoot myself in the head and get it over and done with. But hey, with my luck, I'll probably just end up paralyzed for the rest of my life or get caught for possession of an unlicensed firearm.