Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼 (kattidya) wrote,
Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼

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The time you enjoy wasting is not a time wasted

Last night I watched Doctor Who on Netflix again, and made it to the Xmas special where Donna ends up on TARDIS.

I have become a social justice warrior to the point where I can't possibly watch the aforementioned show without wondering why the Doctor is a skinny white man in every single one of his incarnations, why the female companions are always stereotypes of British women (Rose Tyler being a chavette and Donna being a nagging harridan), why the Gallifreyan race is called Time "Lords", even the females, why the aliens always have binary genders, why does Cassandra O' Brien who is the only transwoman character (Cassandra is depicted as female, but she said she used to live on Earth when she was a "little boy") have to be a bitchy cosmic surgery addict, why are the most comical aliens always depicted as morbidly obese (like Abzorbaloff from Clom and Slitheen from Raxacoricofallapatorius)?

This morning I had dreams, mostly erotic nightmares, and some dreams that seemed a bit realistic; I was walking in a corridor, I could practically feel it, but I also realized I was lying in my bed at the same time. It was amazing. I also had a dream about the most run- down neighborhood in Tallinn, despite that I have never visited such a place even if I have traveled to Tallinn many times.

I got up early to take a pee, I always have a terrible need to pee in the mornings.
I went back to bed and snoozed off for a while so I could have more dreams, until I got up and looked at my cellphone clock; the time was ten minutes to one o'clock in the afternoon (12:50 pm) and I would have an appointment with my own nurse at one o'clock (1:00 pm) so I had to hurry.

I took my morning medicine, dressed up and walked hastily to the psychiatric clinic which is fortunately a very short walk away from my home. That's the thing I love about living in Myyrmäki, all the services (library, health center, social office, art museum, municipal service point, fitness center, psychiatric clinic) are all in the same clump. It makes life so much easier.

During the appointment, I talked about what's been bothering me, filled out some forms, and then we made a new appointment on July 11th at two o'clock in the afternoon (2:00 pm).

I went back home, brewed a pot of coffee and surfed on Tumblr and Facebook. I felt a bit guilty for wasting my time, but then I recalled what John Lennon had said: "The time you enjoy wasting is not a time wasted".

I went to see my mother, as I had agreed with her. I took the bus 55 to Raappavuori, I usually take the same bus because along with the buses 53 and 530, it's the only bus that travels past my parents' home, not to mention the bus stop is nearer to my home. It has nothing to do with laziness, instead it has everything to do with my slight agoraphobia which stems from the fear of being harassed in the streets.

Mom was home, she gave me 20 euros and made me coffee. She said that my skin is in a very good condition, and also complimented my Monster High blouse I had bought from a thrift shop.

Later the day she went to a pedicurist, and I stayed a bit longer.
I cleaned up the kitchen, turned the laptop off before leaving and also remembered to lock the front door.

I took the bus 453 to downtown Helsinki, and bought a Big Issue magazine. I visited Tiger but didn't buy anything because I wanted to save the money for groceries, despite that I desperately want to buy lots of amazing stuff from there.

I took the M train to Myyrmäki, and went to Myyrmanni shopping center to visit Citymarket which is my favorite grocery shop. I bought milk and fruits and vegetables, and also those pinchy things you use to hang curtains on the curtain rails or whatevsies.

Once back home, I put the groceries into their rightful places and then put the "pinchy things" on the curtain rails.

I looked through the drawers of my working desk, threw away some useless stuff, and found the card I had bought for my mother's birthday. My mother has always said I should send her cards through mail instead of visiting her to give it; so I decided to put the card into an envelope, write her address, put a stamp on it, and I will stick it to the mail box tomorrow so it shall arrive on Monday, and that's when her birthday is.

I know it's too late for "spring cleaning", but nevertheless, I should look through every nook of my apartment and find stuff I don't need.
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