Was able to spend a few days in my fortress of solitude in Lipa, which is a stone’s throw away from the hospital where I have the bulk of my practice. I decided to purchase it a few years ago when I got sick of staying in a motel whenever there was a heavy storm or I was too sleepy to drive. I always imagined that the bell boy would just make pagpag the bedsheet, as if it could dust off the coagulated semen from the bed’s previous fornicators.

Ever since the house was built I started feeling like I was a true adult, and watering the plants after clinic hours became therapeutic. It also served a special purpose when COVID struck, as I finally had a place where I could shower off all the virions before going back home to Lagunz. Still I don’t feel like I’ve been spending enough time in it. Maybe there are supernatural creatures sleeping in my bed at night, or worse, drug addicts. A few months ago I discovered a frog inside the locked bathroom. I don’t know how it got there.

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