ayayay, i give in

this is all carl's fault. who am i kidding? i don't have time for this blogging shit. i am multi-tasking personified demonized. three other ms word windows open and waiting for my expert recommendations and remediation plans for clueless garments factories, and i'm blogging?!. eh, pa'no, husband weng (of the almodovar meets lolit solis hair fame) and i were overwhelmed with all the angst and angas, and the summer heat, and the brandy and beer, and joel's kabayawan, and the cornball drinking games last night, we couldn't formulate enough adult advice to take carljoe out of his misery. felt bad when i read his post. am still thinking of what to say to him to make him feel better. i hope dumaguete does what he's hoping it would. i hope "she" doesn't do what we fear she might. (INGAT, CARL!) hehe.