Bulaga!

Twelve hours of sleep was just what I needed. Normally when I’d sleep that long I’d wake up with a terrible throbbing headache. But last night I was trying to get rid of something exactly like it, another seriously bad episode of migraine, so twelve hours was what I was gunning for as I lay in bed and tried to back-read posts on my Tumblr dashboard on Hedwig (yep, that’s the name of my iPhone). Thankfully, half-a-day’s worth was what I got.

Yesterday I only had four hours of sleep. I was chatting via email with Zandra so I didn’t go to bed until three in the morning. (Or was I chatting with her because I couldn’t get to sleep?) Then I had to wake up really early to get ready for another one of those excursions I and my friends decided on pure impulse. One of us was recently hired to work behind the longest-running noontime show on Philippine television and one of us came up a couple of weeks ago with the inspired idea of a number of us watching the show live.

Boom. Like exploding confetti, there we were at 10 am yesterday, seven calm, cool and collected young professionals, settled into the third row, among a sea of mostly feverishly excited and fanatic spectators watching song and dance rehearsals and absorbing each and every word of the flamboyant floor directors like sponges. Then, at around 2:30 pm, a bunch of laughs, close to a million pesos worth of prizes and countless lip-syncing stars later, bulaga! Migraine struck.

So at the end of yesterday, I was almost totally incapacitated by headache. But I was hopeful. I was hopeful that with twelve hours of sleep on the way the neuropathic pain would soon be gone. And I was even glad. Glad that even though I didn’t get the chance to win P10,000 by answering an extremely, criminally easy question, at least I got to learn the steps to Wonder Girls’ Nobody. Clap, clap!