Smeared

Monday morning started out pretty much the same.


At past 7 am I got up even though I was still dizzy from the anti-histamine I drank last night.


Folded my blanket, fluffed my pillows and straightened the bed sheet of my sofa bed.


I went down while greeting my Grandma and her sister "Good morning."


Opened the refrigerator and scanned from top to bottom looking for something to munch onto.


I also opened the computer to check for job listings or e-mails from companies/institutions.


Wandered back to the fridge to re-check if it contains the food I was craving for.


Went back to the PC to turn it on because it's-darn-so-prehistoric-that-it's-lagging-in-terms-of-speed-and-power.


Got a mug from the dish rack and started placing a tablespoon of coffee, two tablespoons of Milo and a tablespoon of sugar. Grabbed the thermos, poured hot water into the mug. Stirred the concoction. Smelled. Tasted it. Perfection.


Went back again to the PC and loaded this blog page, Facebook and Yahoomail. And a porn site. Good grief.


Placing the mug beside me while I waited for the pages to upload, I was thinking of my itineraries for the day: check e-mail, haircut, buy medicines, go to DFA, gym, sleep. It's gonna be a long day. I thought to myself.


The pages loaded excruciatingly slow but I had to deal with it, after all, I have grown accustomed to our ancient processor and its laborious page rendering.


I got up, went to the kitchen and interacted with the people. Most of them were already done with breakfast and I was still figuring out what to eat.


Clicked on my blog, checked for new commenters, checked for new posts from others, clicked FB, checked for new messages or status updates I could reply with humor, wit or plain stupidity, inputted my user name and password at Yahoomail and checked for new messages (also hoping my bestfriend in the US would e-mail me soon as I haven't heard from her since pre-Christmas time), none. Clicked some alerts from Jobstreet, scanning, scanning, scanning, yeah, BPO after BPO. Deleted the messages. Clicked on the porn site - loading. Clicked two tabs for GSMarena.com and Phonearena.com, checked new reviews from mobile phones, none. Went back to my blog and started what to post today because today seems fulfilling. Well, none yet.


By 9am I observed the perimeter if it's safe.


Past 9 am I turned the PC off and got up and headed to the restroom then the bathroom. I looked at the mirror, looked at myself and saw how messy, groggy, unkempt and disgusting I had been because of my current state. No, it's not self-pity, it's the reality. Currently.


Brushed my teeth, attached my retainers (to be left for 8 hours), went to the bathroom, twisted clockwise the shower knob, showered, twisted counter-clockwise the shower knob, got some shampoo from its container, lathered, scrubbed my hair, got some facial wash, lathered, applied on my face, got the soap the dermatologist prescribed, lathered, applied all over my body, twisted clockwise the shower knob again, scrubbed my body from dirt and grime and impurities, twisted counter-clockwise the shower knob, got my towel, patted myself dry, placed the towel around my body, went upstairs and put on clothes.


When I wore my eyeglasses again, I found something obstructing a small area of my vision of my left eye. I ignored that because I had more important things to do like get a freaking haircut and buy my anti-bacterial cream.


I walked towards the entrance of our subdivision/hi-way/public vehicle stop-over, hailed a jeep, sat on the right side, waited for my destination, got off the jeep and went inside the salon.


I told the receptionist I'll be having a haircut, he told me to wait, I nodded and sat on one of the chairs on the waiting area opposite the reception area. While waiting, I noticed again the obstruction on the left part of my eyeglasses.


It was really irritating me.


"What could it be?" I asked myself and took off my eyeglasses.


Water? No, it's not water.


A scratch? Oh please no, I just bought this.


Oh sh**! I gasped with horror at the obstruction again.


It was cum in all its dried glory.