Disoriented

My biological clock is fucked up.

I mixed up Saturday afternoon with Saturday morning.

On my phone, a misscall alert from I. at 5:45 ... a text message from T.P. at around 2 ... outside, my landlady was barking at her househelp.

"Shit. Me fieldtrip ba itong mga ito at gising na agad? T*****a, ayaw talang magpatulog," I said to myself while I press my head in between pillows.

"Should I callback I.? Why would she be calling at 5:45 a.m.? Did she have an emergency? Could she have been held-up?"

"T.P.'s a bit too excited about wallclimbing, huh? And she's still up at 2 a.m.?"

And then epiphany came. I had a flashbulb moment.

Wait a minute. What day is today?

Slowly it dawned on me. I had earlier decided to sleep after a lunch of bread and liver spread (too lazy to get up or call delivery).

It is still Saturday. Saturday afternoon. And my day is just starting.