Day 22
The days grow colder, pastas grow warmer, and my sinuses grow mucous-filled-er. It is extremely unpleasant, and I do not envy anyone who has to sit across from me and watch me alternatively sniffle and wince in pain as an errant wire from my braces tears into the soft flesh of my cheek with every chewing motion. Perhaps this is why I have so many first dates, and so few second ones.
Lunch was Sailor's Moon.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
That's okay, though. Everything is always downhill after the first date anyway~
A special thanks to my dining companion, Tayler!