I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and then went back to bed.
As you can guess, I had bad dreams. I had a dream about a guinea pig mommy and her babies, their owner abandoned them and the babies starved to death and the mommy went insane with grief and hunger, I woke up with tears in my eyes.
I had dreams about post- apocalyptic Myyrmäki, and the last school I studied in.
After getting up, I stretched and smiled and put my nightie to the laundry basket, then I went back to bed to write into my diary. Then I fell back asleep, and had even more dumbass dreams. I kept on having realistic dreams about getting up and doing the morning routines, and in another dream I went to Tallinn to see Hotel Transylvania 2 in a movie theater.
I received two text messages, one was an advertisement about a discount of some kind, and another was from my therapist suggesting we have an appointment on next week’s Friday.
I decided to get up even if I still felt sleepy, but the dreams started to bother me.
I took my morning medicine, dressed into a dark yellow blouse and a light yellow dress, ate a banana and then decided to go visit my parents’ home.
I took the bus 571 to Raappavuori. Once at my parents’ home, I took a shower and washed my hair, because it was a hair- wash day marked in my calendar.
After stepping out of the shower, I looked into the mirror on the bathroom cabinet doors and laughed, for some reason I always laugh when I look into a mirror after shower. I don’t know why, but I guess I just feel happy and cheerful after giving myself a good scrubbing.
While still naked, I thought it was a good time to weigh myself. The bathroom scale my parents own is quite peculiar, the only way you can turn it on is by bumping it gently against the floor.
I weigh approximately 70 kilograms/154 pounds, I don’t know if it’s too much but I have lost a few kilos.
I anointed my body with lotion, then I went to Alepa to buy a can of milk for the coffee. Once back at my parents’ home, I made a pot of coffee and drank it.
I also cut my fringe with nail scissors, because it had grown too long, it almost reached my eyes. Now it’s a tad bit too short, but at least it won’t grow too long for a while.
I heard someone trying to open the front door, I knew it was my brother delivering the weekly allowance from my parents. I went to open the door to let him in, he gave me the 20 euros and left, I told him to take care.
I decided to leave, Girls’ House had already been opened.
I walked to the train station and caught the I train to Helsinki, then I took the subway to Hakaniemi and went to Girls’ House. Mirette was there too, I told her I am going to give each and every single empty bottle and can I find to her so she can recycle them and make a little money out of it.
I drank a cup of cocoa, and by then it was getting late so I left, I hugged Mirette and told every girl in there to take care of themselves and each other and wished them a nice weekend.
I visited Ekolo, another eco- market right next to Girls’ House, to buy two wooden dish- washing brush heads, those that you attach to the brush handle, take off and replace and put to the biological waste.
I walked through Kaisaniemi to the city center, and took the bus 411 to Myyrmäki. On the way there I called Suavecita and talked with her, I asked if she wants to visit me tomorrow. We talked about her dog Jofa, the cruise to Tallinn, and Halloween parties until I arrived to Myyrmäki and had to quit.
I visited Myyrmanni shopping center but didn’t find anything to buy. So I headed back home.
I surfed on the Internet and took my evening medicine, I am going to blog a bit and then I’ll do the evening routines and go to bed.
Oh yeah, there is going to be a huge strike and a protest tomorrow, because the Finnish right- wing government has done massive cuts on low- paid worker’s salary and increased their working hours. It has been all over the media.
I might just stay inside for most of the day, and I will go to the fitness center and visit the gym if it’s open, because tomorrow is gym day.
I feel unhappy again, even if today was such a nice day. Very often I feel unhappy in the late evenings; I don’t think it’s depression, it might be just tiredness or nutrition.