Things in between.

Yesterday.. what did I do yesterday? No, it's more like, what have I done... yesterday? I felt disgusted with all the excuses I made for myself. I need some guidance.

Ah yesterday:

I walked the dog out on a foggy morning.
I listened to music.
I ate fried rice and fish for brunch.
I finished my loan application.
I played guitar.
I watched music videos with my brother.
I went out with mom and aunt.
We met a family friend.
I helped her use her ATM.
We ate at Jollibee after.
I ate burger and spaghetti.
I went shopping with mom.
I bought a new wallet.
I went to the book shop.
I searched books for hours.
I bought three.
One Hemingway.
One Atwood.
One, I bought for my sister.
It's her birthday soon.
I helped mom look for a fan.
We bought pasalubong for Kim.
We went home.
I watched news.
I finished a book.
I played guitar.
I drank plenty of wine to sleep.
I drank more.

There goes yesterday's itinerary. Long list, long day -- it seems. But strange... I felt more consumed with my thoughts (pleasant or otherwise) which happened in between.