Jan 29, 2021 22:00
I started playing Pokémon GO! last night; I changed from my usual buddy pokemon, Cutie the Blastoise, into a Chansey. I am hoping to evolve her into Blissey if I collect enough Chansey candies.
I had dreams, but I am so used to having the same dreams every night so I won't be bothered to write about them.
I woke up to the nihilistic, existentialist dread of my impending death.
I got up, took my morning meds and my biotin supplement, got dressed, and logged in to my online bank account. I paid my monthly gym membership fee, and renewed my physiotherapist company fee.
I went to the hairdresser, I had my scalp exfoliated and treated and massaged, and then I had my bangs done.
I went back home and drank as much coffee as I could suck down.
I called my mother and asked her if I can come over, she said I can.
I took a bus to my parents' home, did the usual things, and then I left.
I went back to my hometown and visited the supermarket to buy five liters of oat milk, a bag of sugar, and a packet of Fair Trade sugar.
I went home, put my purchases to their rightful places, made coffee, and then I went back to the supermarket. I bought two bags of frozen peas.
I went back home, had some peas for supper, and made coffee.
In the evening, I took my evening meds, brushed my teeth, put lotion on my skin, put on a nightie, washed a load of laundry and took it downstairs to the drying room.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; take out the recycling, tidy up the bathroom, change the towels and bed sheets.
I will go visit a vintage thrift store with Mirette, then we will go visit Furby.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. They will give me the weekly allowance.
I will call my granny. As for the money, I will buy toilet paper and proper gloves for washing the dishes.
weekly allowance,
pokemon,
hairdresser,
groceries,
parents,
shopping