I can’t even claim to have zip.

More and more bars continue to reopen. I’m going to have to commence with a bar crawl one of these days soon. It is kinda sorta nice to have the sexy ladies trying to entice me into their establishments again. Too bad I’m not really into the girly bar scene, although perhaps an exception is in order.

Did a few beers at Cheap Charlies last night and enjoyed the company of my favorite there, Rose. Maya was working as well and I decided to forgive her for her past transgressions (basically, ignoring me on New Year’s Eve and thereby hurting my feelings). She had a big smile and a look of relief when I bought her a lady drink. Ah, it’s the little things, right?

Then it was on to Alley Cats for the first time in months. Saw some of the old regulars and wished Billy (who runs the dart tournaments) a happy birthday. Closed the place down. Well, it closes at 8:00 these days, but still.

Made my way home without incident and successfully prepared the smoothie that was aborted the previous night. Interestingly, using fresh fruit instead of frozen made for a less enjoyable beverage. It wasn’t cold enough. Next time I go fresh I’ll add some ice cubes I think.

This morning’s walk wasn’t anything special. I just hoofed it up the National Highway towards Subic town, then turned around and walked back. And that was as boring as it sounds.

Sorta like this post, eh?

A woman’s husband comes home hammered every night, and she always yells at him before going to bed alone.

One day she decides to try some reverse psychology. When her husband staggers in that night, she’s waiting for him in her best lingerie. She sits him in an armchair and gives him a back rub.

“It’s getting late, big boy,” she says after a few minutes. “Why don’t we go upstairs to bed?”

“We might as well,” slurs the husband. “I’m going to be in trouble when I get home, anyway.”

UPDATE: The last time I said “I got nothin’” was in January 2019. That nothin’ was a bit more substantial than this one though.