April (Love) Fools' Day

Lord.

It's been one year and I am still hung over the Boy.

Just when I thought I've swept it under the rug.

All triggered by a (supposedly) 'conspiracy theory' about him.

What's different this time is I could look at myself from a distance, if that is ever possible. With a matching 'Harharhar see Amy as a dolt' exclamation.

At least I could laugh at myself now.

If it were several months ago, I would have begged the earth to swallow me immediately.

Even if there's Adriatico Boy. Even if there's Pillow Boy.

But nooooo. The spectre of the Boy persist.

Sigh.

Catukayo muses over an aborted would-be love. Bopis is in bliss. So is 'needles. E. is (hopefully) capping off her months-long mourning process over a spineless prick. K. continues to create narrative quilts out of her beloved cards. M. is still lost in delusion-land.

And I have a knot at my back. Even if I already passed my grading sheets.

I almost screwed up my plane tickets. Forgot to immediately book the agreed-upon schedule. My travel agent quickly reassured me there are other flights for April 20, just a bit more expensive than Northwest Airlines. But at least I have a schedule - for my return to the Philippines. Yes. Brilliant.

And oh, I have 47 friends on my friendster list.

Small comfort? Southern Comfort? Comfort room?

Excuse me while I inflict mental pingpong anguish on myself.

It's done now. Laugh again. At myself.

Lord.