From Thursday to Saturday I'm rockin' and rollin'
During the night between Wednesday and Thursday, I stayed awake all the way to half past one o’clock in the morning. I had remembered to take my evening medicine, so I didn’t understand why I couldn’t sleep.
Sleeping is the one thing that I am good at; sometimes I stay awake all night, and I would rather not have those nights anymore because I always feel bad afterwards.
After I finally fell asleep, I had a nice dream where I lived in a commune with my parents, two gay grandads, and Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes and Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge from the first- person shooter game Overwatch.
I also had a dream where I visited the movie theater in my granny’s home town.
I slept all the way to half past one o’clock in the afternoon, and then I got up. Which basically means I slept for approximately twelve hours.
I took my morning medicine, and spent most of the afternoon inside, drinking coffee and surfing on the Internet.
Finally I got a grip of myself; I washed my hair and dabbed lotion on my skin.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and ate a decent breakfast.
Later that day I left and took the rest of the bags of clothes and other stuff to the charity shop container.
I took a bus to downtown, even if I could have taken a train. It was starting to get late, so I got off the bus and went to a burger joint to buy a cup of hot chocolate.
I took the same bus back to my home town, and went to the church group.
The new premises were nice, and the treats and snacks were amazing.
I talked with the youth worker a bit, knitted the quilt squares, ate kiwifruits and crisps and cinnamon rolls, and drank juice and coffee.
Once back home, I did a little bit of this and that, and went to sleep.
I got up a little after noon, took my morning medicine, and went back to sleep for a longer time.
I got up again, dabbed lotion on my face and put on clothes.
I drank my morning coffee, and didn’t bother with morning routines.
I had received the weekly allowance from my guardian of interest. I ordered a ticket to a theater play, and then I went to buy groceries.
I bought unsweetened soy milk, microwaveable vegan meals, and lots of vegetables and fruits.
I went back home, put everything in their rightful places, washed a load of laundry and took it downstairs to the drying room.
I forgot to go to the sauna.
In the evening, I went to sleep.
I had a dream where I committed suicide by throwing myself under a truck that looked like Optimus Prime.
I got up late in the afternoon, took my morning medicine, and spent most of the morning drinking coffee and surfing on the Internet.
Later I washed my hair and my face and put lotion on my skin. I got dressed, and had a decent breakfast for early dinner.
Later that day I left, and took a train to downtown. I visited two art museums.
I bought the Big Issue magazine, and then I traveled back home a longer way.
Once there, it was getting late. I made dinner, and did a little bit of this and that.
Tomorrow I will shave my armpit hairs and chin pubes, and put on a face mask.
When I go see my parents, I will walk there and back and take the plastic waste to recycling on my way there.
I will call my granny during the visit, and my dad will give me 20 euros. I will go to IKEA and buy a shower curtain rail, and a duvet set.
Sleeping is the one thing that I am good at; sometimes I stay awake all night, and I would rather not have those nights anymore because I always feel bad afterwards.
After I finally fell asleep, I had a nice dream where I lived in a commune with my parents, two gay grandads, and Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes and Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge from the first- person shooter game Overwatch.
I also had a dream where I visited the movie theater in my granny’s home town.
I slept all the way to half past one o’clock in the afternoon, and then I got up. Which basically means I slept for approximately twelve hours.
I took my morning medicine, and spent most of the afternoon inside, drinking coffee and surfing on the Internet.
Finally I got a grip of myself; I washed my hair and dabbed lotion on my skin.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and ate a decent breakfast.
Later that day I left and took the rest of the bags of clothes and other stuff to the charity shop container.
I took a bus to downtown, even if I could have taken a train. It was starting to get late, so I got off the bus and went to a burger joint to buy a cup of hot chocolate.
I took the same bus back to my home town, and went to the church group.
The new premises were nice, and the treats and snacks were amazing.
I talked with the youth worker a bit, knitted the quilt squares, ate kiwifruits and crisps and cinnamon rolls, and drank juice and coffee.
Once back home, I did a little bit of this and that, and went to sleep.
I got up a little after noon, took my morning medicine, and went back to sleep for a longer time.
I got up again, dabbed lotion on my face and put on clothes.
I drank my morning coffee, and didn’t bother with morning routines.
I had received the weekly allowance from my guardian of interest. I ordered a ticket to a theater play, and then I went to buy groceries.
I bought unsweetened soy milk, microwaveable vegan meals, and lots of vegetables and fruits.
I went back home, put everything in their rightful places, washed a load of laundry and took it downstairs to the drying room.
I forgot to go to the sauna.
In the evening, I went to sleep.
I had a dream where I committed suicide by throwing myself under a truck that looked like Optimus Prime.
I got up late in the afternoon, took my morning medicine, and spent most of the morning drinking coffee and surfing on the Internet.
Later I washed my hair and my face and put lotion on my skin. I got dressed, and had a decent breakfast for early dinner.
Later that day I left, and took a train to downtown. I visited two art museums.
I bought the Big Issue magazine, and then I traveled back home a longer way.
Once there, it was getting late. I made dinner, and did a little bit of this and that.
Tomorrow I will shave my armpit hairs and chin pubes, and put on a face mask.
When I go see my parents, I will walk there and back and take the plastic waste to recycling on my way there.
I will call my granny during the visit, and my dad will give me 20 euros. I will go to IKEA and buy a shower curtain rail, and a duvet set.