Writer’s Block? Or student life?

I still can’t seem to begin writing the McDonald’s Story I promised a few days (weeks?) ago. I can reconstitute the salient points of it but I can’t quite recapture the elegance of that short story. I wrote it locked up in my room, without food. Imagine that! Me without eating? I must have been delirious when I wrote that piece. I had no intent to make it humorous but it turned out well bathing in its absurdity. I’ll just write about it some other day. As for now I’ll just relax and complain about other things. Such as wonderful Manila traffic.

 Today I made the decision to waste diesel by using my trusty vehicle. Thankfully I encountered no traffic along EDSA and I arrived on time for my first class.

A good friend once told me that going EDSA is like buying into the lottery. Sometimes you win, sometimes you don’t. If you win in the great EDSA lottery you’ll get end to end in 25 minutes tops. If you lose, you’ll get stuck there for an hour, or two. 

Today was the day I won in EDSA. Even as parts of it were being torn apart (the underground areas especially) they were of no consequence to my travel time. 

The rest of my activities today are just as fortunate. I barely made it through class today, having instead opted to read Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude for the past three (3) nights. I do know that the fates smile upon me because my teachers don’t seem too interested in testing my knowledge of the law just yet. The fates are buying me time to study or finish the book, whichever comes first I guess.

In the realm of the non-financial I am fortunate. Money is a starkly different thing than traffic or not being called in class. I forgot to take my allowance today! I had only enough money to get my car out of the parking lot. I thought my wallet was thick with cash when I felt it instead it was thick of scraps of paper from all places of the metropolis. Several companies manifested their presence in my wallet, deceiving me into thinking that I was awash with the good stuff. 7-11 was one of the worst offenders, filling it up with scraps of paper indicating “slurpee”, “big gulp” or some other tasty beverage I bought over the past few days. The worst would be Rockwell Center’s parking spaces. They really have a nasty tendency to occupy space in a wallet if you do keep them there. At only 45 pesos for the entire day (up until 2am I think) you can leave your car there. The place never seems to get full, the parking lot I mean.

Tonight I feel that my luck wears thin. I should load up on cases and text in the event that my teachers wish to be blown away by my amazing knowledge of the law and out-of-the-box approach to conflict resolution.