回家三天了，头还在疼。每天对着镜子审查额头上的大包，耽心破相。白白亮亮的大包中间一个红疤，特像小时候一种叫“光头”的食品。越看越觉得自己SB到了极致。I crashed cab door on my lovely forehead! 好低级！

  Mom's talking frequency is raising with her obese belly. I'm getting to learn that belly-worship and being a tonguester are her life pursuit.