BOY, I’ve just been vegetating in happiness and good food for a few days now in Quezon City. Lava cake, mac and cheese from TGIF, Pepper Lunch, kwek-kwek from UPTC, and I think I even saw Jeffrey but I was looking down so I don’t know for sure. I dreamt Vico was into Philip Pullman and the alethiometer or something. I wish. I wish he was public about what kind of fiction he likes. I suppose it’s the mystery that’s driving me insane. I just want to know everything about him. I woke up laughing because of fear. In the dream, a non-existent brother of mine was apparently scared because somebody told him to run away because he’s being followed by a lot of “seeds.” No idea. Seed of branching hells of yore? Is this a bad omen? Invisible demons just waiting to unleash evil? Who knows? None of my meds and desire to work is translating to real work. This is the worst bout of procrastination I’ve ever been in in my life, since ever. Now that I’m practically “engaged” to graduate now. Felt bad giving my parents so much hope. I just wish I could get started. I feel very bad about not starting but I can’t make myself start. It’s 4:01PM.