Spirit of Christmas and Boogeyman of Halloween
On Tuesday I went to Twinkle café, it was nice.
On Wednesday, I went to see my parents. I told my mother that I am going to go see a play tonight, and she looked at me like I was a cheap sausage, and retorted “In those clothes?!” I asked her what was wrong with the clothes I was wearing, but she didn’t answer.
I went to the theater anyway, it was about a bunch of women who lived in the same apartment house, and told each other about their past and the lives they have led, the men they have loved, and about their childhood and stuff. It was very emotional, but also comical.
On Thursday, I lied in bed all day. I got up in the evening to make French fries, and to change from a nightie into a bathrobe.
I felt nostalgic. I felt like the Spirit of Christmas touched me.
This morning when I woke up, I noticed that I had a weird pressure- like pain in my lower back. I got up to take my morning meds and biotin supplement. Note to self; remember to refill your Dosett.
I went shopping and bought seven big cartons of milk. Then I went to the dressmaker to pick up my dress. It was properly done and fit me perfectly.
Then I went back home, and the first thing to do was to lock myself into my bathroom and take a huge dump; or at least I tried. I sat on the toilet for about half an hour, gasping and getting red in the face, trying to push a turd but to no avail. Eventually I gave up and farted for the rest of the day. I should buy some enemas from the pharmacy for moments like these.
I took a shower, washed my hair, and put conditioner into it, and then I washed and shaved my armpits and put deodorant on them, and then I did the 12- step Korean skincare regiment and applied basic lotion on my body. I got dressed into the same clothes.
I spent some time to myself, which made me wonder where did the time go. I went to the stationery shop and bought some postage stamps, and then I mailed my dad’s birthday card and a Father’s day card.
Once back home, I was so mad at my delusions that I slapped myself on my head, and now I feel like my eyes went all weird. I hope I am not going to get a blood clot or go blind.
I called my mother and asked her if she could buy me a pair of new winter shoes, she told me she still wears her summer shoes. I guess I have to buy the shoes myself, if I can afford them.
In the evening, I left and took a bus to another town. I went to the movie theater where Mirette, Anton, Elisa, and Jani were waiting. We bought movie tickets and I got myself a huge box of butter- flavored popcorn.
The movie we went to see was Halloween Kills. It was an amazing movie, it was lovely to see my darling honeybunny Michael Myers again.
The movie also taught me something; when I was a little girl, I was scared of the bogeyman. When I grew up, I learned that the bogeyman was my friend, not my enemy. My true enemy, the only thing to be scared of, is the system that treads me down and acts like it was my own fault in the first place. As long as I don’t allow myself to become a part of the system, I have nothing to be scared of.
After the movie, I met Marjut, she was going to a café with Mirette. As for me, I took two buses back home, once there I puked my guts out because for some reason I always get a migraine at movie theaters.
I took my evening meds, did the evening skincare regiment, and made some cocoa. Then I brushed my teeth, washed my underbelly, and disinfected a cut I got when I tore off a hangnail. I put a band- aid on it.
I put on a fresh nightie, and went to bed. I watched Keeping up Appearances on my laptop. Then I applied basic lotion on my legs.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework, then I will go to a culture center for a Dia de los Muertos celebration. In the evening, I will go visit Mirette so we can watch Masked Singer together.
On Sunday, I will go see my parents. They will give me the weekly allowance; I will buy myself a pair of winter shoes.
I will make the weekly phone call to my granny.
On Wednesday, I went to see my parents. I told my mother that I am going to go see a play tonight, and she looked at me like I was a cheap sausage, and retorted “In those clothes?!” I asked her what was wrong with the clothes I was wearing, but she didn’t answer.
I went to the theater anyway, it was about a bunch of women who lived in the same apartment house, and told each other about their past and the lives they have led, the men they have loved, and about their childhood and stuff. It was very emotional, but also comical.
On Thursday, I lied in bed all day. I got up in the evening to make French fries, and to change from a nightie into a bathrobe.
I felt nostalgic. I felt like the Spirit of Christmas touched me.
This morning when I woke up, I noticed that I had a weird pressure- like pain in my lower back. I got up to take my morning meds and biotin supplement. Note to self; remember to refill your Dosett.
I went shopping and bought seven big cartons of milk. Then I went to the dressmaker to pick up my dress. It was properly done and fit me perfectly.
Then I went back home, and the first thing to do was to lock myself into my bathroom and take a huge dump; or at least I tried. I sat on the toilet for about half an hour, gasping and getting red in the face, trying to push a turd but to no avail. Eventually I gave up and farted for the rest of the day. I should buy some enemas from the pharmacy for moments like these.
I took a shower, washed my hair, and put conditioner into it, and then I washed and shaved my armpits and put deodorant on them, and then I did the 12- step Korean skincare regiment and applied basic lotion on my body. I got dressed into the same clothes.
I spent some time to myself, which made me wonder where did the time go. I went to the stationery shop and bought some postage stamps, and then I mailed my dad’s birthday card and a Father’s day card.
Once back home, I was so mad at my delusions that I slapped myself on my head, and now I feel like my eyes went all weird. I hope I am not going to get a blood clot or go blind.
I called my mother and asked her if she could buy me a pair of new winter shoes, she told me she still wears her summer shoes. I guess I have to buy the shoes myself, if I can afford them.
In the evening, I left and took a bus to another town. I went to the movie theater where Mirette, Anton, Elisa, and Jani were waiting. We bought movie tickets and I got myself a huge box of butter- flavored popcorn.
The movie we went to see was Halloween Kills. It was an amazing movie, it was lovely to see my darling honeybunny Michael Myers again.
The movie also taught me something; when I was a little girl, I was scared of the bogeyman. When I grew up, I learned that the bogeyman was my friend, not my enemy. My true enemy, the only thing to be scared of, is the system that treads me down and acts like it was my own fault in the first place. As long as I don’t allow myself to become a part of the system, I have nothing to be scared of.
After the movie, I met Marjut, she was going to a café with Mirette. As for me, I took two buses back home, once there I puked my guts out because for some reason I always get a migraine at movie theaters.
I took my evening meds, did the evening skincare regiment, and made some cocoa. Then I brushed my teeth, washed my underbelly, and disinfected a cut I got when I tore off a hangnail. I put a band- aid on it.
I put on a fresh nightie, and went to bed. I watched Keeping up Appearances on my laptop. Then I applied basic lotion on my legs.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework, then I will go to a culture center for a Dia de los Muertos celebration. In the evening, I will go visit Mirette so we can watch Masked Singer together.
On Sunday, I will go see my parents. They will give me the weekly allowance; I will buy myself a pair of winter shoes.
I will make the weekly phone call to my granny.