In Lucena now, preparing for a long trip to Bondoc Pen early tomorrow morning. Some three-year-old kid puked on my pants in the bus a few hours ago, soiling the only pair of jeans I brought with me. Had to go through a four-hour Guns ‘n’ Roses concert dvd circa 1992 instead of the Sharon Cuneta weeper I was hoping the bus conductor would play. Realized a few minutes ago that while I have my sunblock, my Olay Total Effects (because you CAN fight landlord-oppression while fighting the seven signs of aging), my leave-on conditioner, my body wash, my insect repellent and my mouthwash — I left my toothbrush at home.
Please let bad luck come in three’s and please let me have a good hearing tomorrow. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu.