July 5, 2010, 9:29pm, as per the car clock
going home from work
I lost my wallet. I sulk, I sulk.
I realized my wallet was missing while I was finishing my conversation with Leon, who at that time posed another problem altogether as MFMC needed a deadline extension for the ad in Phil Star.
I tried calling Gian so he can help me negotiate the deadlines, so at least I could focus on finding my wallet. But he won’t pick-up his phone as evident by the constant ringing in the loudspeaker.
My tenses are all fucked up, aye.
Visual stressor (no wallet) + Aural stressor (constant ringing)
= It became harder for me to breathe.
My wallet just won’t show itself.
But what can I do?
I thought work has normalized. It hasn’t. But I’m still convinced that a few more nights of OT will make everything easier in the long run.
It is raining again.
Losing my wallet feels surreal.
if you pause for a while
and be hyperconscious
the world will feel surreal