A nice day :3
Last night I had a dream where I got into a fight with one of my friends. It was a bad dream, and I woke up feeling unhappy.
I also had a dream where I was in a concert by Björk, and I mauled this tween girl in sweet Lolita clothes because they said that Björk is a lousy singer.
In another dream, I was in a loving relationship with Roger Delgado. In another, I dreamed of the eternal summer in my soul, and the happy days long gone.
The plumber rang my doorbell at nine o’clock in the morning. I let them in and went back to bed, and later let them back in because they had been out to pick up a new pipe for the wash basin in the bathroom.
I got up a couple of hours after the plumber had finished the job and left. I took my morning medicine, washed my face, and got dressed.
I still didn’t bother with brushing my teeth because I didn’t want to leave my flu bugs into my new toothbrush.
I called my mother and agreed to meet her at the shopping mall, where she would give me the weekly allowance.
Right after getting the allowance, I went to the supermarket and bought two bottles of peppermint- flavored iced espresso. I really should consider kicking the habit, all I ever get is a massive diarrhea and a runny stomach.
I took a train to downtown. When I walked along the road to Twinkle café, I didn’t meet the man who always tries to pick a fight with me. Or perhaps he is hitting on me, with men you never know.
Once at Twinkle café, Mella was there and so was another counselor. Mirette and Raija arrived later.
I ate a rye bread sandwich with cucumber and cheese, three mazarine pastries, one cream cracker, and three cinnamon rolls. I only had to take a dump about three times.
Later that day, I took a tram to the city center and went to visit Body Shop, they already had Xmas stuff for sale. I also visited a Finnish design shop, looking for a new purse.
I also visited three of my favorite clothing and jewelry shops, and then I traveled back home on a train.
I went to the shopping mall and visited the supermarket to buy a big canister of milk, a pound of sugar, a packet of rye bread, and a ball of knitting yarn with yellow and different shades of purple.
Once back home, I put my shopping to their rightful places.
I had to slather cortisone lotion into my armpits, because the skin has gotten red and flaky. I guess it is because of the strongly scented deodorant, and the fact that I shave my armpits every time there is the slightest bit of stubble.
In the evening, I took my medicine and started watching Sierra Burgess is a Loser on Netflix.
Tomorrow I will go to a library in Helsinki, there will be a novel reading & knitting group. I might also go to a bread line with Eleclya.
I also had a dream where I was in a concert by Björk, and I mauled this tween girl in sweet Lolita clothes because they said that Björk is a lousy singer.
In another dream, I was in a loving relationship with Roger Delgado. In another, I dreamed of the eternal summer in my soul, and the happy days long gone.
The plumber rang my doorbell at nine o’clock in the morning. I let them in and went back to bed, and later let them back in because they had been out to pick up a new pipe for the wash basin in the bathroom.
I got up a couple of hours after the plumber had finished the job and left. I took my morning medicine, washed my face, and got dressed.
I still didn’t bother with brushing my teeth because I didn’t want to leave my flu bugs into my new toothbrush.
I called my mother and agreed to meet her at the shopping mall, where she would give me the weekly allowance.
Right after getting the allowance, I went to the supermarket and bought two bottles of peppermint- flavored iced espresso. I really should consider kicking the habit, all I ever get is a massive diarrhea and a runny stomach.
I took a train to downtown. When I walked along the road to Twinkle café, I didn’t meet the man who always tries to pick a fight with me. Or perhaps he is hitting on me, with men you never know.
Once at Twinkle café, Mella was there and so was another counselor. Mirette and Raija arrived later.
I ate a rye bread sandwich with cucumber and cheese, three mazarine pastries, one cream cracker, and three cinnamon rolls. I only had to take a dump about three times.
Later that day, I took a tram to the city center and went to visit Body Shop, they already had Xmas stuff for sale. I also visited a Finnish design shop, looking for a new purse.
I also visited three of my favorite clothing and jewelry shops, and then I traveled back home on a train.
I went to the shopping mall and visited the supermarket to buy a big canister of milk, a pound of sugar, a packet of rye bread, and a ball of knitting yarn with yellow and different shades of purple.
Once back home, I put my shopping to their rightful places.
I had to slather cortisone lotion into my armpits, because the skin has gotten red and flaky. I guess it is because of the strongly scented deodorant, and the fact that I shave my armpits every time there is the slightest bit of stubble.
In the evening, I took my medicine and started watching Sierra Burgess is a Loser on Netflix.
Tomorrow I will go to a library in Helsinki, there will be a novel reading & knitting group. I might also go to a bread line with Eleclya.