Pitching a tent in the middle of a snow storm is not possible.

Go on have one.
A drunk said that to me once.

Tagay must be a national sport of the Philippines. Even when I was with some clay people, tagay still found itself within the mix. I can't say for sure but it's likely that when you have a people's who are busy making ends meet and not really struggling but just idling through life or to be precise finding that medium in life where everything is balanced, tagay is life.

Nek minute.

I woke up in bed with a chair as my huggy. No idea why. No reason to it. Just me and the chair. Tagay must've been good last night.

Now another few hours have passed and I'm very lethargic. I've spent most of today sleeping or just laying in bed contemplating on the workout that I promised myself I would do. Not much of a workout. Just a few sets of shoulder exercises to raise the sweat and get the blood pumping a little. It's a matter of getting my head of the pillow. It's a matter of getting the body off the bed.

Still in in bed. The struggle to get up is real. So much so I'm visualising the process of filling to my side, to sitting up to getting up.

Nearly there.

Finally got out of bed now worked and arms are about dead. No sun under three shade yet the air so hot in sweating like a pig on a spit, turning and turning. Cooking under the canopy of this savior tree. Head throbbing even though I've drank lots of water and my breathing is steady.

This is an effort to write. I've lost the motivation to fight on a page not sure why except the brain cells empty like someone's left my tap on the whole night and there are no more drops of fuel.

I can't say for certain why but my coughing has had an adverse effect on my mental state. I'm constantly reminded to keep my breath or else fail to cough at any given time.

Drop in say hello.