The bananamon (Pan de Manila's own coinage of the banana bread aka banana cake) is technically banana bread molded into a mamon (so I DO know where it originated. pfft) was such a treat last time yet I really didn't enjoy it.
All thanks to the stupid canker sore. Argh.
The canker sore, on the other hand didn't just deprive me of my bananamon bliss, rather, slowly took the bliss out of large fries and float, of fried siomai and chips. And yet it didn't stop there. It wanted to take my ear off, it deprived me of sleep, and make me crankier than ever.
So I did what I had to do. No saltwater gargles. No sleeping with my mouth open (I wanted to use ajar yet my mouth isn't the size of a door). No toothpaste remedies.
I bought the medicine. And now, I am either a hopeless, hapless, pain-ridden being or just a self-proclaimed junkie. BWAHAHAHA. I can just tear my head off of my neck.
Anyways, today's the 7th. I look forward to 4 things (with the exception of my siblings' birthdays of course) this month:
• 15th's payday (it's the official OFFICIAL pay)
• 30th's payday (well, second official FIRST pay [following this?])
• Marius's judgement day (as if i didn't know what to expect. if proven otherwise will wreak havoc)
• THE 23RD.Ü
My TL's killing me. Here I am, wanting to know what happened and then I am spared for tomorrow. Life.
Tomorrow's another day.
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