The endless weeks of fighting have finally taken a toll on both our bodies. He lost his voice and I have a hell of a time breathing.

Ceasefire.

I don't feel like reading anything these days. I'm sort of in a huff that I have three openings for possible stories and I can't get them out. I reread Banana Yoshimoto's "Lizard" for ideas and am bemoaning the fact that I cannot possibly be that succinct. I've always been a rambler.

Still, I should be celebrating the mere intent of writing something that isn't a blog entry. I talked to my dad's friend about my frustration with fiction and poetry (producing the former and everything about the latter) and he said: "Kaya mo yan! Hindi mo lang sinusubukan."

Siguro nga kaya ko.