January 15th, 2017


Lost in IKEA

Last night I had a dream where I visited my gay alien wife Luisa in Mexico to celebrate Halloween.

I got up at midday, took my morning medicine, had a proper wash (flossed my teeth, brushed my teeth, scraped my tongue, used mouthwash, rinsed the sleep out of my eyes with water, rubbed basic lotion on my skin), dressed up in tidy clothes, and cooked a decent breakfast.

Me and Mirette left right after I had finished my breakfast.
We went to the department store to buy something to eat and drink, and then we went to the stationery shop to buy me a navy blue magic ink pen, because my black magic ink pen was running out of ink.

We took the bus %&% to IKEA, where we bought a nifty grater for myself, small plastic boxes for storing food for Mirette, and some treats for both of us.

We took the same bus back to Mole Hill, where Mirette went to my home and I travelled all the way to Troll Mountain to visit my parents.

Both mom and dad were home. I drank orange juice and coffee, ate green grapes, chocolate- salty liquorice waffle bites, and cherry tomatoes.
I helped mom load the dishwasher and swab the kitchen counter. She was very happy.

I took the bus %&% to Mole Hill and went to the gym. I worked out for a while, and took a shower. Then I went back home.

During the evening I washed three loads of laundry, and went downstairs to the storage room to sort out my belongings.

Tomorrow I have to go to the social office to print out and copy some papers, and then go to the social security institution to apply for income support, because I need a voucher for buying a batch of an extremely expensive anti- psychotic medication.
I also need to finish the rest of the housework; iron the laundry, wash the dishes, hoover and mop the floor, and take out the trash.
If I have enough time, I will go to Pearl House and then to Amos Anderson art museum.