Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼 (kattidya) wrote,
Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼
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Last night I had another dream about the old summer cottage, they never seem to end.
I dreamed that I went to the door of the aforementioned cottage and didn’t give a hoot about the family that lived there now and the fact that they might have me arrested for trespassing; I banged on the door and yelled desperately “What do you want from me?!” And then I realized I was actually yelling at a three- piece suite in a department store. What a tragedy.
To be brutally honest, I would actually like to know why I have these dreams about the summer cottage almost every night. I’m getting kind of Silent Hill vibes from them.

Mirette had to get up early in the morning to make it to a bus- Even if I had stayed awake late into the night, I managed to get up as well.

I took my morning medicine and threw on some clothes, a baseball shirt and a pair of Hello Kitty pyjama pants.
After Mirette had left, I was thinking about going to visit my mother so I grabbed my cellphone, but I noticed from the digital clock that it wasn’t even half past ten o’clock yet. What a nuisance.
I spent the morning puttering about, doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that, and when it was noon, I called my mother and asked hir if I can come over. Zie sounded surprisingly happy, and zie practically chirped like a lark in spring. I took it as a good sign.

All my coats were in the drying room downstairs. Fortunately the sun shone all day and the temperature was just perfect, not too hot or cold, so I didn’t need a coat or even a hoodie.

I took a bus to my parents’ home. Both mom and dad were there, and dad seemed to be surprisingly happy as well.
I drank orange juice, and made two cups of coffee with milk and sugar, and ate some goat’s cheese. Mom had bought salmiakki- flavoured chocolate- covered waffle bites, they tasted scrumptious.
Mom and dad were packing their bags, they are travelling to USA tomorrow for a vacation. I hope they will enjoy their journey, and I am also glad that now I don’t feel the need to visit them each and every day of the week.
Dad gave me 30 euros, and mom promised to give me the monthly 90 euros after they come home from the trip after two weeks.

Later the day I caught a bus to Helsinki. Once there, I bought a black magic ink pen from the stationery shop in Kamppi shopping center, and I also bought a bar of perfume- free soap and a spray bottle of universal cleaner from the nearest eco- market.

I took a train to Myyrmäki, and visited the supermarket to buy a packet of these special band- aids that are supposed to be put on blisters on your feet, if you happen to get them.

Once back home, I put my new belongings to their rightful places, and later the afternoon I took a huge plastic trash sack full of old useless stuff from my home to a charity shop container.
I would have liked to take it to an UFF container, but the nearest to my home has been replaced, so I had to take it to a Fida container. And besides, UFF usually takes in clothes and shoes, but Fida approves of other stuff like coat hangers or vases or books and other homely items.

Once back home, I continued doing the puttering around. I also read some of the Jacqueline Wilson books I own; Little Darlings, the Illustrated Mum, and Lola Rose. I also ordered Diamond Girls and Rent a Bridesmaid from the online library service after reading an excerpt of them from the last pages on the books I own. I would also like to own Clean Break and The Suitcase Kid.

I’m pretty sure I have PMS, my menses have been regular for about a year and half. And also, my schizophrenic delusions get even worse because of the hormonal mess.

Tomorrow morning I am going to take a shower, I would have taken one this evening but I was already exhausted and wanted to go to bed with a mug of peppermint tea after quarrelling with the delusions.
I need to finish the rest of the housework. I am going to hoover and mop every single square inch of the floor, even from under the furniture.
My ASPA worker will visit me at half past two o’clock in the afternoon, I think I will wash the dishes and iron the laundry then.
As for the rest of the day, I will probably go to the Amos Anderson art museum. I wish Girls’ House was opened soon.
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