I gave myself a treat last night with a nice dinner with myself, and spending some me-time with books, television, surfing for a great cause, despite the nagging migraine.

I took the medication for my back and ended up fighting sleep before it turned 2ish am, which certainly wasn’t what I was expecting as I had wanted to just relish in the weekend’s late nights, chilling and doing things that I like that cost me nothing.

I found myself awake early in the morning, early enough to be shooed back to get more rest.

I believe I was awake from 2pm to 3ish, but I ended up giving in to utter sloth by drowning myself in more sleep without the help of medications.

Refused to answer any more emails, SMSes nor calls, just contended in my little world of my own, except a call that made me smile from ear to ear with who else but the little one who is now so brilliant with making up sentences and eagerly throwing in kisses at the end of the conversations.

I woke up many times in between, but just forced myself to head back to more sleep.

I remember it was finally nothing bad, nothing floaty, but I remember I was dating Robert Pattinson in the dream(that explains why I refused to wake up), and he kept coming to my rescue when I shouted for him.

There was this part I was tempting him with my blood and I blame it on the article I read of him in Little Ashes just before I sought refuge in sleep, which spoke about him taking up a serious role, and one that is controversial. He even revealed his willy in the show!

There are many shows I want to catch. Like Wolverine, and of course, the highly anticipated Transformers.

Revolutionary Road seems like something I should catch too, which speaks about how delusional some people are, and at the end of it, the things they believe in, and fight for, may not be just so special anymore.

Maybe sometimes, to believe in how we are special, or how people trying to convince us we are special, is just something for us to look forward, feel good and, er, be contended with where we are.

I haven’t started with any CSI nor reading and it seems like the weekend is gonna be over before I could even start it.

And the struggle for tomorrow is still on. I half want to fulfil the little wish, yet dealing with the mum is not something I would want to do to disrupt the peace I have accumulated for myself.

Tough.