I love my friends!
Last night I slept on the inflatable mattress. It would have been pleasant if the mattress didn’t slowly deflate itself; it feels better when it’s solid as a rock.
I woke up early, but continued sleeping because I didn’t feel like waking up my friends. I tried to find a comfortable position, but had to change positions about a minute later.
I got up about at noon, took my morning medicine, emptied my keeper and put it back in, washed my face, and got dressed. I still didn’t feel like brushing my teeth or putting basic lotion on my skin, even if I know I should take better care of myself.
I drank coffee and ate a few fruits and vegetables.
Later that day, Suavecita came for a sleepover. She brought plenty of food and treats for all of us, such as chocolate, cinnamon rolls, crisps, and some homemade casserole.
She left her luggage at my home, and then drove us all to Horror Shop in her new car.
Perkele was there, and there was a shop assistant and a few customers as well. I gave Perkele the box of salmiakki buns, and a “Congratulations for the Baby Girl!” card. About a month ago, his wife gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
Perkele joked that the envelope contained a lawsuit, but he was happy to receive the card. He hugged all four of us, and talked and joked with us and the other customers while we checked out the new selection at the shop.
After the visit, Suavecita drove us back to my home town. On the way there, she blasted this new CD she had bought from Horror Shop.
The others went grocery shopping, I went out for errands and mailed a birthday and a name- day card. Then I went to the pharmacy to pick up two tubes of cortisone lotion.
I went back home, the others arrived later. We had sweet potato fries and some Halloween pumpkin- shaped potato fries for dinner.
I took the trash to recycling, washed a load of laundry and took it downstairs to the drying room. I also washed the toilet bowl, and replaced the towels.
I shaved the granny hairs off my chin, and started knitting another quilt square. I watched a bit of the TV show The Good Place.
I had a weird, itchy pain in my nose, and it kept on running.
The other three friends went to a bar for a girls’ night out, and I didn’t go because I am not a bar person. I prefer staying at home in the evenings.
And as you might know, I started having the evening anxiety once again. I called a help line, and then I called my mother, and after that I felt less anxious but still not happy enough. I felt weirdly like I was feeling nothing at all.
I felt slightly happier, or at least content, after watching an episode of my favorite sitcom, and reading a bit of my favorite book.
I have this spark of light inside myself that tells me that everything will be alright soon.
I have also realized that being happy with my life does not mean being euphoric and blissful all the time, it just means I can survive when life knocks me down. It’s not the absence of problems, it’s the tolerance of my problems.
About after ten o’clock in the evening, I managed to brush my teeth and put basic lotion on my skin. I should take up the habit that every time I take my morning and evening medicine, I brush my teeth and dab basic lotion on my skin.
Now I feel better.
Tomorrow morning, the first thing to do is to take a shower.
In the afternoon, will go to the candy festival with my friends.
Once back home, after Suavecita and Mirette have gone to their respective homes, I will hoover the floor and replace my bed sheets.
In the evening, I will go visit my parents; my father will give me the weekly allowance, and me and my mother will go to a shopping mall and buy me a new autumn coat and a pair of gloves. I also have to call my granny.
I woke up early, but continued sleeping because I didn’t feel like waking up my friends. I tried to find a comfortable position, but had to change positions about a minute later.
I got up about at noon, took my morning medicine, emptied my keeper and put it back in, washed my face, and got dressed. I still didn’t feel like brushing my teeth or putting basic lotion on my skin, even if I know I should take better care of myself.
I drank coffee and ate a few fruits and vegetables.
Later that day, Suavecita came for a sleepover. She brought plenty of food and treats for all of us, such as chocolate, cinnamon rolls, crisps, and some homemade casserole.
She left her luggage at my home, and then drove us all to Horror Shop in her new car.
Perkele was there, and there was a shop assistant and a few customers as well. I gave Perkele the box of salmiakki buns, and a “Congratulations for the Baby Girl!” card. About a month ago, his wife gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
Perkele joked that the envelope contained a lawsuit, but he was happy to receive the card. He hugged all four of us, and talked and joked with us and the other customers while we checked out the new selection at the shop.
After the visit, Suavecita drove us back to my home town. On the way there, she blasted this new CD she had bought from Horror Shop.
The others went grocery shopping, I went out for errands and mailed a birthday and a name- day card. Then I went to the pharmacy to pick up two tubes of cortisone lotion.
I went back home, the others arrived later. We had sweet potato fries and some Halloween pumpkin- shaped potato fries for dinner.
I took the trash to recycling, washed a load of laundry and took it downstairs to the drying room. I also washed the toilet bowl, and replaced the towels.
I shaved the granny hairs off my chin, and started knitting another quilt square. I watched a bit of the TV show The Good Place.
I had a weird, itchy pain in my nose, and it kept on running.
The other three friends went to a bar for a girls’ night out, and I didn’t go because I am not a bar person. I prefer staying at home in the evenings.
And as you might know, I started having the evening anxiety once again. I called a help line, and then I called my mother, and after that I felt less anxious but still not happy enough. I felt weirdly like I was feeling nothing at all.
I felt slightly happier, or at least content, after watching an episode of my favorite sitcom, and reading a bit of my favorite book.
I have this spark of light inside myself that tells me that everything will be alright soon.
I have also realized that being happy with my life does not mean being euphoric and blissful all the time, it just means I can survive when life knocks me down. It’s not the absence of problems, it’s the tolerance of my problems.
About after ten o’clock in the evening, I managed to brush my teeth and put basic lotion on my skin. I should take up the habit that every time I take my morning and evening medicine, I brush my teeth and dab basic lotion on my skin.
Now I feel better.
Tomorrow morning, the first thing to do is to take a shower.
In the afternoon, will go to the candy festival with my friends.
Once back home, after Suavecita and Mirette have gone to their respective homes, I will hoover the floor and replace my bed sheets.
In the evening, I will go visit my parents; my father will give me the weekly allowance, and me and my mother will go to a shopping mall and buy me a new autumn coat and a pair of gloves. I also have to call my granny.