To Sleep Or Not To Sleep...

That is the question.

Went to Davao Friday (April 22) via an almost two hours delayed flight of PAL (Plane Always Late). Bumpy flight. Lotsa turbulence. Only to realize that the turbulence was coming from the precocious imp of a little boy who seemed to have a leisure pursuit of kicking the reclining chair in front of him...which happened to be mine. After several Hail Mary's and silent murmurings for some more patience for the "innocent", I decided I've had it with Murphy's Law (note: prior to getting on the darned delayed flight, my coffee maker exploded [was plugged by my smart roommate into 220V despite the fact that there was a red tag saying "110V'], no-show laundry delivery woman [ergo, not much fresh clothes], rush last minute printouts wouldn't print properly, cab's airconditioner on full blast yet on ala-heater mode, and a shitty-tasting tuna turnover at the airport kiosk). Flip-tucking-in my eyelids to inside-out mode and with matching sinister look on my face, little imp boy stopped kicking... and will perhaps endure sleepless nights with my scary face pestering his REM mode. I just love kids.

Got to Davao and did all work-related stuff. Evening came. Went bar hopping at the supposedly largest bar in the whole country. Sloshed a couple of frozen blue margaritas. Ate crispy pigs ears. Dance a little bit. Got wasted, and went home 2am. Then woke up and worked the whole day conducting a seminar. Evening came. Went to another bar. And another. And another. Went to a dance club that's supposedly posh and "in". Liked the music. Lovely crowd. Excellent flowing frozen [non-blue] margaritas. Sucky airconditioning. People were dancing whilst fanning themselves. Ain't that cute? Got wasted, and went home at 4am. Then woke up and still worked the whole day beginning 830am. Then went shopping. And then some more.

Thankfully, the flight wasn't delayed. Got a seat really close to the rear, so at least we got to board first. The minute the plane took off, I was off to dreamland...until the flight attendant woke me up...rather incessantly: a drink, the paper, some food. What in Christ's name happened to those cutie stickers of olden times that said "Do not disturb" or "Wake me up for meals"????? Argh. Debated whether the flip-tucking-in my eyelids to inside-out mode and with matching sinister look on my face would work or not. I decided to just bite my tongue. And off to sleep I was again.

It's Monday. Yet another seminar to conduct. My eyebags are the size of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic...or maybe Dolly Parton's boobs. Yes. That is remotely possible. I should know. I have eyeboobs now.

I wonder if I should just give my students reading materials, assign a group leader, do coerced focused group discussion, and just stay at the back and nod off as I await their outputs. Or maybe I should just pretend that they're all in Kindergarten school and say, "OK class, sleep! A star for the fastest one to go".

I should get a star.