I always loved getting books for Christmas. Sadly, the past few has been fraught with any. I love people shoving books in my face to read because sometimes, I really can't keep track of the good ones when you're busy keeping up with everything else. Someone once told me its hard to give books as Christmas presents because you don't really know if the ones you like will not freak out the next person, guaranteed (i.e. giving "The Yellow Wallpaper" to someone will probably not make you the most popular girl in school). But I disagree. I love giving/getting books for Christmas.

Sadly this one never came. I don't care if it has SATC fan written all over it (though I'm not really sure if there's anything wrong with that), I just want one for my dwindling shelf. Which brings me to a pet peeve of mine: empty slots in my shelf. Slots belonging to books that have been on loan for so long I forget whom I lent it to. Because really, book borrowing etiquette is not really that high up in people's list of priorities (I think its right down between texting/calling back when you miss a call and saying grace).

I'm missing some of my Ian McEwans and Nick Hornbys and my OoTP.

And I can't remember whom I lent it to, daggumit.

I dunno, that word... it tastes so good to say it.

Anyway, started the day with a quiet ride to the industrial clinic in Carmona (singing along to a Whitney Houston song, now how good can your day be? Seriously?). Ended with a 5 hour "short-time" duty at the nearby hospital with an 18 year old Rheumatic Heart Disease patient who got a wee bit too jumpy when some electric cable sparked in their living room, now complaining of chest pain; a 73-year old with severe dehydration due to amebiasis and a 14 year old kid also with amebiasis with a potassium count of 2 and WBC of 25. He was really toxic, as in ICU material na.

In between toxic patients in the ER I managed to steal some time to read David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day under loan from my brother whose current collection includes David Sedaris, Oliver Twist and Great Expectations.

I'm not so fond of telling people what I'm reading now and how I feel about the book. Mostly out of fear that I'd be pointed at and laughed upon for liking the literary equivalent of, I don't know, peach-flavored water. I mean, its there, but what's the point?

Surprisingly, I liked the book and found myself laughing out loud (and I mean, busina-ng-bus-sa-EDSA loud). I found his humor befitting mine (does that mean he's sick or corny?). Same wavelength. Sayang, di ko pa kilala si David Sedaris when he did that Powerbooks tour couple of months back.