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

Which reminds me

Yesterday me and Mirette went to the Ice Cream & Chocolate festival. My favorites were lingonberry chocolate, mint chocolate ice cream, and pine needle ice cream.
After the festival, there was a disco and we danced like brainless budgies.
I was early to leave, I went to visit my parents so that I could collect my father’s weekly allowance.

I bought a couple of greeting cards; one “Congratulations for the Graduation” for a friend in New Zealand who became a nurse, and a “Sorry for your loss” card for Lita whose mother died recently.
Once back home, I washed two loads of laundry.

Last night I went to bed feeling a bit weird; I took one of my anti- anxiety pills, I am not sure how to describe how it made me feel.

I had a dream where I went to visit the White House, I marched along the corridors singing the Estonian song Tere Perestroika.
I another dream I was forced to be a Handmaid, and I chose to commit suicide by drowning.
I woke up in the same position I drowned in.

I got up at noon, took my morning medicine and biotin, and didn’t bother with having a wash. I just slathered deodorant into my armpits and basic lotion on my face and got dressed. And drank too much coffee. I felt a bit weird; I knew I would feel mentally better if I had proper nutrition and exercised more, just popping pills isn’t going to help.

Later that day my care worker came for the weekly appointment. I didn’t bother with washing the dishes or ironing the laundry.

In the afternoon we made a new appointment for next week and then we left at the same time.

I went to the supermarket and bought a packet of Karelian pies, and then took a bus to downtown.
I could have walked to Girls’ House, but it was freezing cold outside and I didn’t want to catch the flu, so I took a subway.

Once at Pasture Cape, I went to visit an eco- market and then a thrift store. I went to Girls’ House, had some cocoa and talked with the others.

After I left, I took a tram to Pole City and went to the Monday Evening Group in Twinkle Café. I drank cocoa there as well, and ate some cherry tomatoes.
After that, I caught another tram back to downtown and went to a few shops, looking for some gifts for Eleclya who has her 31st birthday tomorrow.
I sent the cards I had bought yesterday, and then I caught a train back home.
I’m glad there are free bathrooms in the trains, I had to take a pee and poop.

Once at my home town, I went back home.
I took my evening medicine and the last biotin of the day and started planning what I should do for the rest of the evening.
I don’t feel like ironing the laundry, or washing the dishes, or having a proper wash.

Tomorrow I have to get up early; I have to take a shower, wash my hair, and use the twelve- step Korean skincare regiment, brush my teeth, and put on neat clothes.
I agreed with my mother that I am going to take the plastic vegetable box and other removable stuff out of my fridge and take them to my parents’ home and wash them in their dishwasher.
After that, I am going to travel to Stick City and go to the Club House, which is a place for people with mental illnesses. I will have an appointment there at half past one o’clock in the afternoon.
After that, I will go to the May Day party in Girls’ House, and then I will do some discreet shopping.

On Wednesday, me and Mirette will celebrate May Day.

On Thursday, we will go to movies to see Avengers: Endgame.

On Friday, I will receive money. I will go to a beautician for a manicure, buy groceries and greeting cards and postage stamps.
In the evening I will go to the sauna.

On Saturday I will go visit Mirette; she will move out of her apartment, and wants to hold a house- leaving party, the opposite of a house- warming party.

On Sunday, I will shave my armpits and chin hairs and put on a face mask.
I will take the plastic waste to recycling when I go visit my parents. I will call my granny, and collect the weekly allowance.
Tags: care worker, chocolate, fairs, food, girls house, laundry, mirette, monday morning group, parents, real life, treats
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