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My mornings (or early afternoons) start with a ceremonial "where am I?" It's a routinary comatose wherein I usually answer with: a.) you're in Nanay's dorm; b.) you're on Trish's bed because you were too lazy to climb to yours, and c.) you are not yet home.

Today's a Sunday, and I have stuff to do for Lit. I'm still living on painkillers, mind you. Wisdom teeth are stupid. I can't chew properly. I'm just going to let it grow. Then my other teeth will suffer. Bwahaha. Complete dentision my arse.

Oh yeah. I actually have money for Christmas shopping. Nowadays, you can't be thoughtful with an empty pocket. Sad.

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