Sometimes I think I hate having dreams; they either make me feel confused, or unhappy, or if they are happy and cheerful, they make me feel unhappy because they aren’t true. I really don’t see why humans have dreams when they sleep, they are completely unnecessary.
This morning I got up about at half past eight o’clock, took my morning medicine, took a shower and washed my hair, wore my prettiest outfit; a purple Tyrolean dress with tiny white flower pattern and a matching purple- and- orange striped shirt, and some cute jewelry.
I made breakfast, oatmeal porridge with organic honey and a glass of milk, and took my nutritional supplements.
I visited my parents’ home today. I would have wanted to walk to Raappavuori, but as I was still down with the flu I decided to take a bus, because exhausting myself physically wouldn’t help me get better.
Once in my parents’ home, I sorted out their mail, made a cup of coffee with milk and sugar, wrote into my diary, and then went to Helsinki on a bus.
Once in Helsinki, I went to Kiasma, the modern art museum, and checked out every single one of the exhibitions. After that I went to my favorite shops to look for stuff I am going to buy next week when I receive the weekly allowance; given my tight budget, I really need to make plans, and besides I need to buy lots of stuff this autumn; new underwear (I have only three brassieres), warm clothes for the oncoming winter, and I also need to pay the owner of Horror Shop for the piercing jewelry (we agreed for a partial payment) and besides, food is expensive these days.
I went back to Martinlaakso on the train and walked to Raappavuori, made another cup of coffee and took the bus to Helsinki. I went to Helsinki for a specific reason, I wanted to buy a bag of Haribo coke bottle jelly candies from a snack dispenser, just to taste them.
Once in Helsinki, I bought a bag of the aforementioned candies from a snack dispenser at the subway station, they were alright.
I went to Ateneum, another art museum. There was an interesting exhibition about the Northern mythology.
I was planning to go to National Museum, but I was getting tired so I went to Myyrmäki on a train.
I visited Cubus, a clothing shop in Myyrmanni shopping mall, and fitted a brassiere I intent to buy next week. I only have three proper brassieres, so I desperately need to buy new ones. It’s really sad that very few shops sell brassieres that fit me, and those shops that sell size large brassieres are very expensive. Fortunately Cubus sells some pretty brassieres in my size, and for an affordable prize.
Once back home, I made myself toast with scrambled eggs and drank milk.
I took the carpet out to dust it, and looked through my drawers and cupboards for stuff I could give away to charity.
In the evening I took a warm shower, and hoped I would have tea to soothe my sore throat. I am going to buy some next week when I receive money.
Tomorrow my alarm clock will wake me up at half past seven o’clock in the morning, I have to make myself look proper and have a proper breakfast before catching the bus to Tikkurila; I will have an appointment at the psychiatric clinic at ten o’clock in the morning.
After the appointment, I will go to Helsinki and visit Amos Anderson art museum, the only art museum in the metropolitan area that’s open on Mondays.
Once back home, I have to finish the housework; I will scrub the bathroom, and I have to look through my drawers and cupboards and storage boxes to find stuff I can give away to charity.
My ASPA worker will visit me at quarter to four o’clock in the afternoon, after that I will go to Girls’ House.
I am actually feeling a bit better now, I have managed to get a grip of myself.