I spent last night in my own room for the first time in months. Recently, if I didn't sleep in Hanief's room (where the AC is and is currently unoccupied since he got married and moved to Singapore), I usually settled for the couch in the recreation area. Why did I move back? Looks like my favourite blanket wasn't compatible with the sheets and got all this white fuzz stuck on them. And the fact that the arse cushions of the sofa keep slipping out from under the back cushions - when they're supposed to be placed under the back cushions - was starting to irritate the latent obsessive-compulsive in me.
So I was back to my old bed, in my old room at the front of the house. Having grown accustomed to the couch and Hanief's comfy double bed, I'd forgotten how my single bed with the thin mattress felt like. Not so good, to be honest. Usually sleeping isn't that hard for me, but that's mostly because I wear myself out and just drop off. But this time, I was forcing myself to sleep early (see previous post). Given the almost-unfamiliar confines, I had a bloody time trying to fall asleep. It didn't help that I suddenly got to thinking about who I was going to take to a wedding invitation this Saturday. I've never asked anyone of a non-girlfriend status to accompany me to a wedding before, so if I was going to do so now, I was going to do it right. Criteria? Reasonably attractive (of course), single (hate those complications), basically someone I can tolerate being with for the better part of a night without wanting to slug her with baseball bat and doesn't feel embarrassed being seen with me. I had an idea of who I wanted to ask, but wasn't sure if she'd be up to it. So as I pondered this, somewhere along the way I fell asleep.
A few hours later, I got up. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have the morning sun shine on my face and get awoken by the sounds of main street traffic 25 metres (give or take) from my ear. Anyway, all this made it near impossible to go back to bed, so I went about the usual at-home routine. Checked my mail, chatted, tried getting work done. Oh, and I also got around to calling my prospective wedding date.
"Hi, it's me. Are you busy Saturday night? Boyfriend or anything?"
"Er, no. But I do have a friend's birthday party. Why?"
"I've got a wedding to attend, but it's more like a friend of my ex, and I won't necessarily know anyone else there, so I'd rather have some along for the ride."
"Haha. Well if you don't minding taking me to the birthday party after that..."
"Ah, no problem. See you Saturday then."
That went well. Don't know if that had anything to do with getting a good night's sleep, but I sub-consciously think it does. Elsewhere, I finally got my grubby mitts on the
Jet CD Dhitri bought for me in Singapore, and proceeded to shriek along to 'Are You Gonna Be My Girl?' with Halief during the drive home. Rock and roll, bay-beeeee...
Oops, look at the time. Good night then, and here's hoping tomorrow's another fruitful day.
