Night of the Arts
Yesterday evening me and my friend Mirette went to Taiteiden Yö (“night of the arts”), an annual happening in Hell City. We had a good time, but about before nine o’clock in the evening, I started having a Creepy Moment because my blood sugar was going up and down and left and right and B and A and start, and I was supposed to take my evening meds. I kissed and hugged Mirette bye- bye, and told hir I would come to hir birthday & housewarming party.
I went back home, took my evening medicine, made some coffee and French fries, and took a warm shower.
My mother called me and she almost chirped that she has missed me and wants me to visit tomorrow. I said it’s alright, I can come over.
When I went to bed, my body felt heavy with sleep but my mind was going a thousand miles an hour.
In the small hours, I woke up to night terrors about being dead.
I got up in the afternoon at quarter to one o’clock, after having dreams about the 1990’s, such as cartoons and TV shows and mood rings and rad attitude and bicycles and music.
My head hurt, and I felt like throwing up.
I took my morning medicine, made coffee, put on clothes, slathered Nivea lotion on my face, and logged in to my online bank account to see if I had received money. I paid my monthly gym membership fee, renewed my Spotify Premium subscription, and ordered a stack of return address stamps and a cute print from Etsy.com.
I went to see my mother today, I called her and asked if I can come over to collect the rest of the monthly allowance. She said it’s alright.
I traveled to my parents’ home. Mom answered the door for me, and told me I have pretty clothes.
We had coffee together. I ate a cinnamon roll, two tomatoes, three plums, feta cheese, and drank orange juice.
Mom gave me 50 euros.
I walked to my home town, full of good will towards the world.
I visited the library, and then I went to the shopping mall. I went to a clothing shop and bought coral- red gym shorts, and then I went to the stationery shop and bought five postage stamps, a new diary with a pattern of harp seals on the covers, a pink and dark blue magic ink pen. I was told by the shop assistant that the ink pens are refillable, so you don’t have to throw the whole pen away when it dries up, so it doesn’t trash the nature as much. In my quest of being a good person, I might start buying the ink “cartridges” or whatever they are called.
I also bought a bag of sugar, a box of coffee grounds, and a bar of new brand of chocolate that has bits of salmiakki in it.
I went back home, washed two loads of laundry and took them downstairs to the drying room.
I took my evening medicine at eight o’clock.
Tomorrow me, Suavecita, and Eleclya will go to Mirette’s home for a sleepover. Mirette will have a housewarming- and birthday party.
I went back home, took my evening medicine, made some coffee and French fries, and took a warm shower.
My mother called me and she almost chirped that she has missed me and wants me to visit tomorrow. I said it’s alright, I can come over.
When I went to bed, my body felt heavy with sleep but my mind was going a thousand miles an hour.
In the small hours, I woke up to night terrors about being dead.
I got up in the afternoon at quarter to one o’clock, after having dreams about the 1990’s, such as cartoons and TV shows and mood rings and rad attitude and bicycles and music.
My head hurt, and I felt like throwing up.
I took my morning medicine, made coffee, put on clothes, slathered Nivea lotion on my face, and logged in to my online bank account to see if I had received money. I paid my monthly gym membership fee, renewed my Spotify Premium subscription, and ordered a stack of return address stamps and a cute print from Etsy.com.
I went to see my mother today, I called her and asked if I can come over to collect the rest of the monthly allowance. She said it’s alright.
I traveled to my parents’ home. Mom answered the door for me, and told me I have pretty clothes.
We had coffee together. I ate a cinnamon roll, two tomatoes, three plums, feta cheese, and drank orange juice.
Mom gave me 50 euros.
I walked to my home town, full of good will towards the world.
I visited the library, and then I went to the shopping mall. I went to a clothing shop and bought coral- red gym shorts, and then I went to the stationery shop and bought five postage stamps, a new diary with a pattern of harp seals on the covers, a pink and dark blue magic ink pen. I was told by the shop assistant that the ink pens are refillable, so you don’t have to throw the whole pen away when it dries up, so it doesn’t trash the nature as much. In my quest of being a good person, I might start buying the ink “cartridges” or whatever they are called.
I also bought a bag of sugar, a box of coffee grounds, and a bar of new brand of chocolate that has bits of salmiakki in it.
I went back home, washed two loads of laundry and took them downstairs to the drying room.
I took my evening medicine at eight o’clock.
Tomorrow me, Suavecita, and Eleclya will go to Mirette’s home for a sleepover. Mirette will have a housewarming- and birthday party.