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I know! I was sick myself in the fourth grade. But I had a whole week of fun because I couldn't go to school. :cool: And my friend just had a minor illness...)
stomatitis? There's nothing scary about it. At least, that's how it was for me. It can be treated well with clove essential oil or simply by chewing on cloves (of course, not the flower).
That's strange...) I was treated with some kind of ointment that wasn't related to either the first or the second component, and they also used a special device to warm the area:smile04: By the way, it wasn't that painful for me to eat...)) just a little ><
And we have... Elections. Not surprised? I liked the slogan "A combat-ready army will save the country." I didn't understand the second-to-last word right away.
Heh, I also went to the dentist today (=-O), luckily not to the other end of the city, but... to the first floor of my building. Yes, I live in a building where this citadel of evil is located; sometimes, terrible screams and cries of poor schoolchildren and the clanging of rusty chains can be heard from there :smile04:. But now I've had my teeth fixed, and I can bite whatever and whoever I want :smile08:.
Good morning :smile51: Maybe we can fill this place with some casual chatter in the morning? :smile16: I'll have breakfast now, and if I'm not too lazy, I'll get started :smile02:
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
It's fun to walk through a dark corridor in an apartment at night when you can't see anything. You keep thinking that someone is lurking in the darkness, waiting to devour you after first engaging in some depraved act. But there's no one else in the apartment; it's simply impossible for anyone else to be there. And encountering a person in the darkness would actually be more of a relief than a danger, because their goal is at most to kill and rob you. Killing is unlikely, but some malevolent astral entity might have even more serious plans... And how wonderfully the old parquet creaks! You walk and listen to every sound, wondering, "Did something creak nearby?" And then suddenly, it creaks... After thinking about changing your underwear, you try to regain control of your thoughts, because there's no one there. But how scary it is! What if...? It's better to lay down a new, clean, fresh parquet floor that doesn't creak or make noise. Then you can sit with a peaceful heart and enjoy yourself. But in the meantime, some malevolent, dark entity will be silently creeping across it, having come for no other reason than to devour your soul and steal all your thoughts. But isn't that much more pleasant, don't you think?
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made