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My eyebags are almost drooping over my cheeks. I really need to sleep. But Jay, Albert and Mau, sprawled on the sofa, are still laughing their bellies out over Futurama. It's funny but crude. And stupid. Really. But I can't help laughing sometimes. (Like, right now) What a fool I am. Ugh.

The first service at Weslaco First Baptist Church starts at 8:30. And I want to attend the Sunday school at 9:45. I know, the service is too short. I miss Higher Rock. I miss Pastor Bob's lengthy but utterly uplifting sermons. And the cool grey walls and those white plastic chairs. And my great churchmates. Heehee.

I guess this is enough. I have to keep this post short. But I'll be updating again tomorrow. Marami akong ikukuwento sa inyo bukas, don't worry. To those people whom I owe long overdue letters, (you know who you are) I'll mail you tomorrow. I'll try my best.