Fitter, happier and more productive.
Comfortable, not drinking too much except when the Villar jingle “nakatulog ka na ba…”goes autoplay in my head again.
Regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week, and a five kilometer run when Gibo needs warm and sentient bodies for his rallies in Boni High Street).
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease, as should Korina Araneta Roxas, as should yellowed Kris and Boy.
Eating well (no more microwave dinners, saturated fats, TV Patrol and Saksi).
A patient better driver with a faster draw in case that Freddie Aguilar nephew sprays me with 9mm bullets.
A safer car (baby smiling in back seat giving FYs to Bayani’s new U-turn great walls in Commonwealth and Edsa).
Sleeping well (no bad dreams and no more REM feeds of Noynoy Abunda smoking during his inauguration).
No paranoia, no comebacking Franklin Drilon, Peping Conjuangco, Dudut Jawo, Gilbert Remulla, et al. and etc.
Careful to all animals (no longer badmouthing the rest of the presidentiables and Boy and Korina and Kris, et al and etc.).
No longer empty and frantic.
Like a cat tied to a stick that’s driven into frozen winter shot (the ability to laugh at weakness) calm, fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage of antibiotics.
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