I am never ever ever a morning person. All the more when I'm in my hometown, since my bed directly faces the east, and every morning I get a glimpse of what Kirsten Dunst might have felt in Interview With a Vampire. The only consolation I have for this is the delicious and meaty breakfast I have waiting for me downstairs.
This morning was an exception. I woke up late, and decided to have this as my breakfast, and my cure for an emotional hangover.
On a lighter note, my brother left for California yesterday. He is such a paranoid twat because he didn't bring his pirated House DVDs along for fear that he might get sent directly back to the Philippines if discovered. Right. As if not even the Queen herself buys something pirated once in a while. Or OK, I guess she doesn't, but that's not the point.
