Trying To Find Normal

One of the weirdest things I've discovered about myself the past few weeks is that I can actually become a workaholic. Isn't that scary? Everyone knows that I seem to have an unlimited supply of laziness in me. Now, I find myself worrying about work. I get up at the ungodly hour of 3 am to leave by 4, to travel to the other side of the world - also known as Alabang.

This is not me. But if it isn't, then who is this?

Some pretentious snob who's been parading in my body? Who'd want to be me?

Hmmm... Now there's a thought...