Booooooo-ring
Last night I had dreams about studying in Hogwarts, and visiting Diagon Alley. In another dream, I went to visit a bar or pub or café meant for young witches and wizards.
In another dream, I went to visit a huge water park, and in another, I went to visit the holiday resort for children sick with cancer, the same I used to visit when I was underage.
Sometimes I believe if studying in Hogwarts would actually be nice; there are dangerous doors and stairs, you cannot use electronic appliances or the internet, there are dangerous animals in the woods and the magic animal class or whatever it is called. And what if you have depression, or ADHD, or get pregnant, or have your period, or get bullied, or you have to use crutches or a wheelchair?
I decided not to go to the pesky meeting, and slept all the way to noon. Then I got up, took my morning medicine, dabbed lotion on my skin, and got dressed.
I spent the afternoon doing a little bit of this and that, and feeling like I should actually do something.
Sometimes I believe I am actually torturing myself by having too much of a good time; I barely eat anything at all and drink coffee all day, stay up late in the evenings and sleep late during days, and I don’t exercise at all. And I don’t actually go to art shows or theaters or cafes or actually have a good time. I feel like I am trapped in amber.
I decided to head to Hell City, but first I took three bags of second- hand stuff to the charity shop container.
I went to the pharmacy and brought a small plastic bag of old medicine to the pharmacy to recycle them. I also “bought” a tube of hydrocortisone lotion, “bought” because I get all my prescribed medicine for free because my financial worker pays for them.
I took a bus to Cross City, then a subway to the city center, and then I decided to leave. I didn’t feel too happy, I felt like I was treading in treacle. I had eaten a Mars bar just to cheer myself up, but instead, it made me feel sick.
I decided to head to Quarry City to look at the street art that was painted on the walls at the station.
I decided to walk to the city center, and I tried to keep my back straight and breathe through my nose.
Once back at the city center, I visited a few shops and then I went back home. I took out the recyclable waste; carton, paper, metal, and glass.
I forgot to take my evening medicine, so I took it about at midnight.
Tomorrow I will receive money. I have to go to the dressmaker and fetch my mended clothes from there, and bring a kitchen towel to be mended.
After that, I will go buy a new backpack from a discount sale at a toy shop.
In the afternoon, I will go see Mirette. There will be a happening in Hell City, and I am going to be there with hir.
In another dream, I went to visit a huge water park, and in another, I went to visit the holiday resort for children sick with cancer, the same I used to visit when I was underage.
Sometimes I believe if studying in Hogwarts would actually be nice; there are dangerous doors and stairs, you cannot use electronic appliances or the internet, there are dangerous animals in the woods and the magic animal class or whatever it is called. And what if you have depression, or ADHD, or get pregnant, or have your period, or get bullied, or you have to use crutches or a wheelchair?
I decided not to go to the pesky meeting, and slept all the way to noon. Then I got up, took my morning medicine, dabbed lotion on my skin, and got dressed.
I spent the afternoon doing a little bit of this and that, and feeling like I should actually do something.
Sometimes I believe I am actually torturing myself by having too much of a good time; I barely eat anything at all and drink coffee all day, stay up late in the evenings and sleep late during days, and I don’t exercise at all. And I don’t actually go to art shows or theaters or cafes or actually have a good time. I feel like I am trapped in amber.
I decided to head to Hell City, but first I took three bags of second- hand stuff to the charity shop container.
I went to the pharmacy and brought a small plastic bag of old medicine to the pharmacy to recycle them. I also “bought” a tube of hydrocortisone lotion, “bought” because I get all my prescribed medicine for free because my financial worker pays for them.
I took a bus to Cross City, then a subway to the city center, and then I decided to leave. I didn’t feel too happy, I felt like I was treading in treacle. I had eaten a Mars bar just to cheer myself up, but instead, it made me feel sick.
I decided to head to Quarry City to look at the street art that was painted on the walls at the station.
I decided to walk to the city center, and I tried to keep my back straight and breathe through my nose.
Once back at the city center, I visited a few shops and then I went back home. I took out the recyclable waste; carton, paper, metal, and glass.
I forgot to take my evening medicine, so I took it about at midnight.
Tomorrow I will receive money. I have to go to the dressmaker and fetch my mended clothes from there, and bring a kitchen towel to be mended.
After that, I will go buy a new backpack from a discount sale at a toy shop.
In the afternoon, I will go see Mirette. There will be a happening in Hell City, and I am going to be there with hir.