Merry Christmas 2024!
I refuse to believe it’s already Christmas night—like, who authorized this time warp? Anyway, let me walk you through my very productive day (brace yourselves).
So, I woke up before 8 a.m. because my phone decided to ruin my sleep with a WhatsApp notification. It was from my ex-boss. He wished me a Merry Christmas and asked how I was doing—probably fishing for karma points. I replied to his message, handled a few other texts, and then... I stayed in bed. Until almost 11 a.m. (Yes, I know. My gosh).
Around that time, hunger started nagging me, so I did the only logical thing: I opened the GrabFood app while still horizontal. After scrolling through potential eateries like I was picking a soulmate, I found Wingstop. Perfect. I ordered a set with six pieces of boneless chicken wings, Cajun fries, and Ranch dressing (because calories don’t count on Christmas).
For the chicken, I picked two flavors: Inferno (basically that spicy Korean samyang sauce that feels like a dragon breathed on you) and Irvins Salted Egg, which I only chose because it had a fancy “limited time only” label. Yes, all of this happened while I remained gloriously glued to my bed.
Once my food arrived, I performed the ultimate miracle—I actually crawled out of bed. By the time I finished eating, it was already 1:30 p.m. Like the responsible adult I am, I rewarded myself with some anime time and continued watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.
Then, the inevitable happened: the sleepy magic. You know the kind, where you tell yourself, “I’ll just scroll through my phone for a bit,” and then BAM! You’re out cold. When I woke up, it was nearly 5 p.m. Yep, I hibernated through half the day like a bear on holiday.
Eventually, I peeled myself out of bed again and whipped up a very balanced dinner: apple + blueberry juice. Gourmet, right? After that, I finally showered (please don’t judge me—I didn’t go out or see anyone, so technically, it’s eco-friendly).
Now here I am, fully awake (for once), sober-ish, and writing this blog post for you fine folks. So, that’s my Christmas in a nutshell: a masterclass in minimal effort.
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