My week so far
On Monday, I had a dream where I dressed as Deadpool in a Dirndl dress. I don’t remember if it was a cosplay convention or a Halloween party, but the Deadpool costume was actually a body stocking. When I ate something, I had to feed it through the eye- hole of the stocking.
I got up early, about at half past eight o’clock in the morning (8:30 am). I brushed my teeth, had a proper wash, got dressed, and ate a decent breakfast; oatmeal porridge and three apples.
I went to the gym. I did stretches, and posture yoga. Then I exercised my body parts; calves, thighs, and butt; I was about to do tummy exercises, but by then I was so ragged and exhausted and tired and achy that I decided to quit. I should really consider resting between the exercises, and not believing the myth that pain and soreness is a good sign.
I went back home.
Later that day, the care worker came for the weekly appointment. I spent the first half of an hour talking with hir, and the next half washing the dishes and ironing the laundry.
We made a new appointment on next week’s Wednesday at twenty minutes past two o’clock in the afternoon (2:20 pm).
I did some of my favorite hobbies; I watched The Good Place on Netflix, wrote into my diary, and knitted the quilt squares.
As usual in the evening, I felt anxious to the point of feeling devastated.
On Tuesday morning I got up and didn’t bother with morning routines at all. I just took my morning medicine, rubbed basic lotion on my face, got dressed, and drank one small cup of coffee because there wasn’t much milk left.
I traveled to the train station in Pole City, and met Mirette there. We went to Twinkle café together, and had a good time. I drank plenty of cocoa, ate four healthy sandwiches, and some treats.
Mirette left earlier because zie went to Girls’ House.
As for me, I left a bit later and traveled to my parents’ home because my mother was going to give me the weekly allowance.
After she gave it to me, I traveled to downtown on a bus and took a subway to Pasture Cape, and went to the nearest thrift store. I wanted to buy three articles of clothing straight from the 1960’s - 1970’s; a shirt, a miniskirt, and an apron.
I was sad to notice they were not in their usual places, but after a while of snooping around at the clothing racks, I spotted them. I bought every single one of them, and traveled back home.
I was feeling really gassy, but fortunately I have learned to fart silently.
Once at my home town, I went to the supermarket in the shopping mall and bought two bags of sweet potato fries, two big jugs of milk, and a box of butter.
Once back home, I continued feeling miserable.
Last night I had five of my most re- occurring dreams; I was visiting the summer cottage with my family; witnessed a plane crash; visited my grade school yard; lost my shoes; got lost and tried to find a bus to take me back home.
I didn’t get up until at half past one o’clock in the afternoon (1:30 pm), when Eleclya was going to visit a bread line with Suavecita.
They both arrived later, and brought plenty of food. I made some coffee for them, and they spent most of the time playing Pokémon: GO! on their smartphones.
I was still feeling gassy, and not even a little.
Tomorrow I will have an appointment with the physiotherapist at the psychiatric center at one o’clock in the afternoon (1:00 pm). I have to eat a decent breakfast before that.
After that, I will go visit my mother, she will give me the monthly allowance.
I will do some discreet shopping, and then I will go to the youth group at the local church.
On Friday I will receive more money. I will pay a commission to a friend; fetch a mended dress from the dressmaker and bring another to be mended; then I will visit a manicurist, I have an appointment at half past three o’clock in the afternoon (3:30 pm).
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework; scrub the toilet bowl, take out the recycling, and replace the towels and bed sheets.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents; if the weather is alright, I will walk there and back. I will give my mother one of the knitted quilt squares, and my father will give me the weekly allowance, and I will also call my granny.
I got up early, about at half past eight o’clock in the morning (8:30 am). I brushed my teeth, had a proper wash, got dressed, and ate a decent breakfast; oatmeal porridge and three apples.
I went to the gym. I did stretches, and posture yoga. Then I exercised my body parts; calves, thighs, and butt; I was about to do tummy exercises, but by then I was so ragged and exhausted and tired and achy that I decided to quit. I should really consider resting between the exercises, and not believing the myth that pain and soreness is a good sign.
I went back home.
Later that day, the care worker came for the weekly appointment. I spent the first half of an hour talking with hir, and the next half washing the dishes and ironing the laundry.
We made a new appointment on next week’s Wednesday at twenty minutes past two o’clock in the afternoon (2:20 pm).
I did some of my favorite hobbies; I watched The Good Place on Netflix, wrote into my diary, and knitted the quilt squares.
As usual in the evening, I felt anxious to the point of feeling devastated.
On Tuesday morning I got up and didn’t bother with morning routines at all. I just took my morning medicine, rubbed basic lotion on my face, got dressed, and drank one small cup of coffee because there wasn’t much milk left.
I traveled to the train station in Pole City, and met Mirette there. We went to Twinkle café together, and had a good time. I drank plenty of cocoa, ate four healthy sandwiches, and some treats.
Mirette left earlier because zie went to Girls’ House.
As for me, I left a bit later and traveled to my parents’ home because my mother was going to give me the weekly allowance.
After she gave it to me, I traveled to downtown on a bus and took a subway to Pasture Cape, and went to the nearest thrift store. I wanted to buy three articles of clothing straight from the 1960’s - 1970’s; a shirt, a miniskirt, and an apron.
I was sad to notice they were not in their usual places, but after a while of snooping around at the clothing racks, I spotted them. I bought every single one of them, and traveled back home.
I was feeling really gassy, but fortunately I have learned to fart silently.
Once at my home town, I went to the supermarket in the shopping mall and bought two bags of sweet potato fries, two big jugs of milk, and a box of butter.
Once back home, I continued feeling miserable.
Last night I had five of my most re- occurring dreams; I was visiting the summer cottage with my family; witnessed a plane crash; visited my grade school yard; lost my shoes; got lost and tried to find a bus to take me back home.
I didn’t get up until at half past one o’clock in the afternoon (1:30 pm), when Eleclya was going to visit a bread line with Suavecita.
They both arrived later, and brought plenty of food. I made some coffee for them, and they spent most of the time playing Pokémon: GO! on their smartphones.
I was still feeling gassy, and not even a little.
Tomorrow I will have an appointment with the physiotherapist at the psychiatric center at one o’clock in the afternoon (1:00 pm). I have to eat a decent breakfast before that.
After that, I will go visit my mother, she will give me the monthly allowance.
I will do some discreet shopping, and then I will go to the youth group at the local church.
On Friday I will receive more money. I will pay a commission to a friend; fetch a mended dress from the dressmaker and bring another to be mended; then I will visit a manicurist, I have an appointment at half past three o’clock in the afternoon (3:30 pm).
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework; scrub the toilet bowl, take out the recycling, and replace the towels and bed sheets.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents; if the weather is alright, I will walk there and back. I will give my mother one of the knitted quilt squares, and my father will give me the weekly allowance, and I will also call my granny.