Back home!
Last night I had a dream where I was being bullied in junior high.
In another dream, I drank strawberry milk that tasted like peppermint. The taste still lingered on my tongue when I woke up.
As I mentioned in earlier entry, I spent the night at my parents' home.
As soon as I was up from the bed, I took my morning medicine, got dressed, had coffee and oatmeal porridge for breakfast, and then I took the sheets off my bed and put them into the laundry basket.
My mother and I went grocery shopping.
Once back home, we had lunch and then my dad gave me the weekly allowance.
I packed my stuff and took a bus back to my hometown. Once back home, I put everything to their rightful places and the trash into recycling.
I went to the shopping mall and visited a clothing shop to buy a cute new t- shirt, and I also got a discount coupon! Then I went to the supermarket and bought two pairs of leggings, a new diary, and some groceries.
Once back home, I put the groceries into the fridge, cut the price tags off the shirt and leggings and put the price tags into recycling and the clothes into the laundry basket, and then I made some coffee.
I decided to go out for an urbane adventure, so I took a bus to Cross City. I was so effed up that I had to take a tranquilizer; once at the lakeshore, I was triggered by a bad memory and had to leave.
I took a subway to another town; once there, I picked up some broken glass and put it into the dustbin. I took a bus to another town and went to the parish. I took a second tranquilizer and immediately felt better, calmer, and less triggered. I talked with the priest, and I had a good time.
I called my granny, she is doing just fine. I still miss her terribly, as soon as the corona scare is over, I will go visit her for at least a week.
I took a train back home, picked up trash on the way there, and took a discarded shopping cart back to the supermarket.
Once back home, I put Bemetson into my armpits because they were a bit itchy. Then I took out the recycling, once back home I washed the bags (meaning the plastic canvas bags where I keep the plastic, glass, metal, carton, and paper waste) in the laundry machine.
Then I washed all of the dirty dishes.
I took my evening meds, sprayed Nasonex into both of my nostrils, and then I brushed my teeth.
Tomorrow I will go visit my parents once again, my mother will give me the weekly allowance. I will pay my Free Kibble membership, buy a birthday card for a friend, and also buy a new The Ramones shirt.
After the visit, I will go to an art museum and then to an island.
In another dream, I drank strawberry milk that tasted like peppermint. The taste still lingered on my tongue when I woke up.
As I mentioned in earlier entry, I spent the night at my parents' home.
As soon as I was up from the bed, I took my morning medicine, got dressed, had coffee and oatmeal porridge for breakfast, and then I took the sheets off my bed and put them into the laundry basket.
My mother and I went grocery shopping.
Once back home, we had lunch and then my dad gave me the weekly allowance.
I packed my stuff and took a bus back to my hometown. Once back home, I put everything to their rightful places and the trash into recycling.
I went to the shopping mall and visited a clothing shop to buy a cute new t- shirt, and I also got a discount coupon! Then I went to the supermarket and bought two pairs of leggings, a new diary, and some groceries.
Once back home, I put the groceries into the fridge, cut the price tags off the shirt and leggings and put the price tags into recycling and the clothes into the laundry basket, and then I made some coffee.
I decided to go out for an urbane adventure, so I took a bus to Cross City. I was so effed up that I had to take a tranquilizer; once at the lakeshore, I was triggered by a bad memory and had to leave.
I took a subway to another town; once there, I picked up some broken glass and put it into the dustbin. I took a bus to another town and went to the parish. I took a second tranquilizer and immediately felt better, calmer, and less triggered. I talked with the priest, and I had a good time.
I called my granny, she is doing just fine. I still miss her terribly, as soon as the corona scare is over, I will go visit her for at least a week.
I took a train back home, picked up trash on the way there, and took a discarded shopping cart back to the supermarket.
Once back home, I put Bemetson into my armpits because they were a bit itchy. Then I took out the recycling, once back home I washed the bags (meaning the plastic canvas bags where I keep the plastic, glass, metal, carton, and paper waste) in the laundry machine.
Then I washed all of the dirty dishes.
I took my evening meds, sprayed Nasonex into both of my nostrils, and then I brushed my teeth.
Tomorrow I will go visit my parents once again, my mother will give me the weekly allowance. I will pay my Free Kibble membership, buy a birthday card for a friend, and also buy a new The Ramones shirt.
After the visit, I will go to an art museum and then to an island.