i will type here as i write my fiction. the first draft of the entire work is due tomorrow and i'm not quite done yet. and tonight, there's the final editing before we send it for printing and binding tomorrow. my brain is using up whatever energy it has left to stay awake.

songs by avalon are keeping me awake (they rock my socks!) (i don't have socks on now)

oh, dear God.

been sleeping at 3 or 3ish the past two nights. not doing my brain any good. every morning when i wake up i thank God that by His grace i'm still alive. (not kidding.)

anyway.

last night i was at the soup spoon-cum-subway wannabe eatery near cityhall mrt at about 920pm, on a mission for dinner. (whatever is the place called anyway? don't remember.)

i stepped in and immediately, a lady in her twenties at the counter said, "we have only the soups left."

"ok," i said. "what soups do you have?"

"supreme broth, blah blah blah..." (can't remember la.)

"what is the supreme broth?" i looked up at the menu board and read the description. "ok i'll have the supreme broth."

"would you like anything else to go with it?"

"what else do you have?"

"we only have the soups."

another bowl of soup, to go with my soup???

"then i'll just have the soup, right???" i said, and laughed. apparently i was the only one who found it funny.

i continued laughing to myself for a while more as i fished out $6.95 for the soup. which was not bad but the fork i took was dirty. it had a hardened goob on it. i didn't use it.

end of story.

(on hindsight, i don't know why i took the fork. i was having SOUP, for goodness sake.)

alright let me get back to my fiction. i'll be back when i'm bored.