Drag queens make me feel safe
Last night I had a dream where me and my friends rode a mine- train to a café where we celebrated my birthday with drag queens. They were like these cool aunties who gave us advice on life.
In another dream, I ran along a coastline, shrieking with happiness. After I calmed down, I sat on a grassy patch and noticed that there were two geocaches; one was a small yellow industrial metal bottle that had some sort of perfume- like viscous liquid inside; I accidentally poured it on the grass when I opened it. The other was a small black hexagonal plastic container with a screw- top and it was painted with metallic purple nail polish.
I woke up when I received a text from Odessa, she said that her birthday party will be held on Saturday.
I also received a Messenger message from a friend who was advertising some post she made on Facebook. She is so starved for attention.
After getting up, I took my morning medicine and biotin supplement, brushed my teeth, did the skincare routine (gel wash, toner, serum, lotion, eye cream), put basic lotion on my skin, shaved my armpits, put on deodorant, got dressed, and put on a necklace.
I knew I was supposed to go to Fountain House, but I went downtown to the parish instead. There was carrot cake aplenty, I ate at least five slices and drank many cups of coffee.
I borrowed a charger from the priest and recharged my smartphone.
After I was done, I caught a train back to my hometown. I went to the pharmacy; they still hadn’t renewed my painkiller prescription. They had renewed my cortisone lotion prescription, but the wholesale business is out of the 50 gram lotion tube, so I must get a prescription for a 100 gram tube.
But that’s the healthcare system y’all!
I went to the library to pick up my requests, then I went back home. I washed three loads of laundry, including Mirette's.
I put some of the cortisone liquid on my scabby scalp, here's to hoping it will be healed properly.
In the evening, I went to the youth group at the church. I ate crisps and salted peanuts, and drank cocoa.
Later that evening I went back home.
I was in a foul, sour mood. I took my evening medicine, and sprayed Nasonex into my nostrils. I ran out of the nasalspray, so I whipped out a new one from my kitchen cupboard where I keep my spare hygiene products and medicine. I put lotion on my face and eye cream on my eyelids. I changed into a bathrobe and then into a nightie.
I washed four loads of laundry and hung it on the drying rack, and the rest were hung at the drying room. Soon I ran out of room, even if I still had laundry to wash.
I wondered if it was alright to take the drying racks to the drying room, I don't think anyone is going to steal or break them because this is a upper- middle class area, not a slum or a ghetto. I might call the apartment service tomorrow and ask them if it's alright.
I have a weird feeling in my head; I have a weird pressure on my temples, and my jaws feel stiff.
For supper, I had some mini- pancakes with peanut butter. I usually have a craving for something sweet in the mornings, and something savory in the evenings.
Tomorrow I will receive the weekly allowance from my financial worker. I will pay a commission to Candy, pay the monthly membership fee to the gym, and also renew my Spotify Premium subscription.
As for the rest of the money, I will buy Christmas cards and a birthday card for Perry.
I also need to call the apartment service and ask them if it's okay to keep your own drying racks in the drying room.
I will visit the health center to get my painkiller prescription renewed, and ask them to prescribe me a bigger tube of cortisone lotion.
On Saturday, I will go to the local health center to get a flu shot.
After that, I will go to Eleclya’s home, where all of us will go to Odessa’s birthday party.
On Sunday, I will go see my parents. My dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny.
As for the allowance, I will buy more Christmas cards.
In another dream, I ran along a coastline, shrieking with happiness. After I calmed down, I sat on a grassy patch and noticed that there were two geocaches; one was a small yellow industrial metal bottle that had some sort of perfume- like viscous liquid inside; I accidentally poured it on the grass when I opened it. The other was a small black hexagonal plastic container with a screw- top and it was painted with metallic purple nail polish.
I woke up when I received a text from Odessa, she said that her birthday party will be held on Saturday.
I also received a Messenger message from a friend who was advertising some post she made on Facebook. She is so starved for attention.
After getting up, I took my morning medicine and biotin supplement, brushed my teeth, did the skincare routine (gel wash, toner, serum, lotion, eye cream), put basic lotion on my skin, shaved my armpits, put on deodorant, got dressed, and put on a necklace.
I knew I was supposed to go to Fountain House, but I went downtown to the parish instead. There was carrot cake aplenty, I ate at least five slices and drank many cups of coffee.
I borrowed a charger from the priest and recharged my smartphone.
After I was done, I caught a train back to my hometown. I went to the pharmacy; they still hadn’t renewed my painkiller prescription. They had renewed my cortisone lotion prescription, but the wholesale business is out of the 50 gram lotion tube, so I must get a prescription for a 100 gram tube.
But that’s the healthcare system y’all!
I went to the library to pick up my requests, then I went back home. I washed three loads of laundry, including Mirette's.
I put some of the cortisone liquid on my scabby scalp, here's to hoping it will be healed properly.
In the evening, I went to the youth group at the church. I ate crisps and salted peanuts, and drank cocoa.
Later that evening I went back home.
I was in a foul, sour mood. I took my evening medicine, and sprayed Nasonex into my nostrils. I ran out of the nasalspray, so I whipped out a new one from my kitchen cupboard where I keep my spare hygiene products and medicine. I put lotion on my face and eye cream on my eyelids. I changed into a bathrobe and then into a nightie.
I washed four loads of laundry and hung it on the drying rack, and the rest were hung at the drying room. Soon I ran out of room, even if I still had laundry to wash.
I wondered if it was alright to take the drying racks to the drying room, I don't think anyone is going to steal or break them because this is a upper- middle class area, not a slum or a ghetto. I might call the apartment service tomorrow and ask them if it's alright.
I have a weird feeling in my head; I have a weird pressure on my temples, and my jaws feel stiff.
For supper, I had some mini- pancakes with peanut butter. I usually have a craving for something sweet in the mornings, and something savory in the evenings.
Tomorrow I will receive the weekly allowance from my financial worker. I will pay a commission to Candy, pay the monthly membership fee to the gym, and also renew my Spotify Premium subscription.
As for the rest of the money, I will buy Christmas cards and a birthday card for Perry.
I also need to call the apartment service and ask them if it's okay to keep your own drying racks in the drying room.
I will visit the health center to get my painkiller prescription renewed, and ask them to prescribe me a bigger tube of cortisone lotion.
On Saturday, I will go to the local health center to get a flu shot.
After that, I will go to Eleclya’s home, where all of us will go to Odessa’s birthday party.
On Sunday, I will go see my parents. My dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny.
As for the allowance, I will buy more Christmas cards.