Jar- shaped lava lamp with a Game Boy screen
I wrote a draft about today's entry on my laptop, and now I am writing the entry on my smartphone.
Last night I had another anxiety attack.
I had a dream where Eminem performed a publicity stunt where he landed a black attack helicopter on a motorway, when my dad was driving me in his car.
I complained about it on Tumblr and got plenty of nasty comments, like "Woman, why don't you wear more makeup!"
In another dream, I went to a peculiar shop in the nearby shopping mall. There was a jar- shaped lava lamp with a Game Boy screen.
In another dream, I was in a high school cheerleader squad, and The Bitch was trying to trip the Sweet Girl, and everytime she stumbled I pretended it was a part of the choreography.
In another dream, I was in a high school talent show, and I played the acoustic guitar and sang the Kimya Dawson song The Beer. After the show, I waited for my dad to show up and take me back home, so I could go back home and go to bed, even if it was only five o'clock in the evening.
When I woke up, it took me a while to get used to reality. My left arm had gone numb, I was scared it might have to be amputated.
I got up and took my morning meds and biotin supplement, changed from nightie into clothes, and made coffee.
I washed a load of laundry, and then I was off.
I took a train downtown and walked to Helmi. I had two cups of coffee.
Mirette arrived later.
We took part in a hobby group, and then we hung around for a while, and then I left.
I took a train to another town, where I walked to the house where the support group for people with delusions was held.
I had a good time here, and made myself cups of cocoa and coffee.
I took two buses back to my hometown, and took some discarded trolleys to the supermarket and picked up trash.
I went back home, took my evening meds and washed two loads of laundry.
I still have evening anxiety. I hope my tranquilizer prescription is renewed soon.