Went to M.'s cafe and had sisig and two cans of orange soda. M. skipped his night job tonight and brought their youngest waiter (his cousin from Bicol, actually) to the miting de avance at Quezon Circle.

Thinking in geometric threes again:

1) Wondered what direction M.'s candidate's campaign will take.
2) Poured an orange drink into a glass filled with ice cubes and was dismayed that some it spilled on the tabletop. Wondered why a familiar wrist movement does not ensure that all of my drink gets into a glass.
3) Thought about ejaculation for some reason--it just crossed my mind. Wondered why it is not possible for me or for any other man to control how much semen comes out, what direction it will shoot in, and where it will fall.

Crazy Saturday night. Thinking of things to write, because I've been painting. It seems to balance my creative energy.