My Own MB Book, I Guess

Diary: 30/12/2019, 3:10 PM

So I'm typing this while in the car. Here's what happened.

Crippling Anxiety strikes again.

This time when I'm ordering something.

So my dad brought me to get a new pair of glasses for my brother and I.

My brother because the frame of his glasses broke.

Mine was lost in a waterfall.

And my mom dropped us off there while we went to get our glasses and have lunch.

So we went to have our eyes checked, and then was told that our glasses are gonna take a while to get made so we went to get our lunch.

I went to Jollibee to get some SPAGHET--

I mean, get some spaghetti and probably a Sundae.

It went like this:

Me: can I get N3?

Counter: got it. Anything else?

Me: A sundae.

Counter: cheezy fries?

Me: yeah yeah, that.

*In my head*: THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?

Admittedly I didn't regret buying it.

Then we waited until our glasses were finished making and we went back to get it.

But then the ones making the glasses screwed up and got my brother's glasses having the wrong degree, so we waited a little longer.

Anyway, here're my glasses. They're plain, but at least wearable.

Then we got back into the car and voila.

To be honest I didn't really want to have glasses, but eh.