7:30. I woke up.
I can't see. I hate waking up to this. The vision of mirage and it confuses. I found my glasses.
I walked downstairs. It's dark. This sounding more alike to a B-rated horror movie isn't it. I switched on the light and turn the TV on. Charlie Sheen is on TV. I don't get it why people make fun of his show. At least I think they do. It's a pretty funny show. There's a kid and two grown man living in the same house making fun of each other. There's nothing more to it. No women. And what I meant by 'no women' is the inexistence of romance. People can't make fun of melodramatic relationship anymore (see daytime soap/telenovela). I hate what they did to Friends. At least the second half of it.
I changed the channel. Audrey Hepburn is on. And she's a nun. And she's lying face down on the floor begging for forgiveness. I'm in every fiber of my being is stunned. I can't help telling myself to hope somehow that this is to be the best porn ever even if it's on a local cable TV.
Went to the kitchen and made myself some toast. Then it started to rain. I like hearing the sound of rain falling down on the ceiling. Comforting. Safe. Like wearing a condom.
