February 8th, 2017


PMS-ing like woah!

I got up a little before noon, and I was already in a foul mood; my delusions were bothering me, they always get worse before my period. It’s not that I have a reason to be angry, it’s just my PMS.

I had slept on the sofa- bed because I didn’t bother with dressing my bed in fresh sheets; besides, I still had to iron every single one of my pillowcases, and besides, I would change my bed sheets on Friday.

I logged in to the online bank account, I had received the usual amount of money but I also had to pay my phone bill. I decided not to renew my Microsoft Word subscription because I can use Word without, and I couldn’t renew my Netflix subscription no matter how many times I tried, it said that there was something wrong with the payment system or something like that. I guess I’ll pay it next week.

I had left my winter coat on the balcony so it wouldn’t smell like sweat. It was a bit cold when I put it on, but it warmed up soon and smelled like fresh air.

I received a late Christmas card in the mail, it was from Lilith. It cheered me up a lot.

Less than half an hour after getting up, I took a train to Hell City and visited the bank to withdraw money.

I took a train back to Mole Hill, and went to the stationery shop to buy Valentine’s day cards.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at home. I hoovered the floor, washed my empty backpack and took it downstairs to the drying room, I will fetch it in the evening and leave it to the balcony for the night to refresh it. I also took out the recycling.

Later the day I went back to the shopping mall, just to spend time and look at the different selections in different shops.

Once back home, I continued pottering around my home; I wiped the dust and general grime off my Hello Kitty hairbrush collection, blocked the spam blogs from following me on Tumblr, and stuff like that.

I went downstairs to the drying room to fetch my backpack from the drying room, and took it to the balcony so it can freshen up during the night. I also noticed that there were two old- fashioned dustbins brimming with trash in the storage rooms where people keep their bicycles. I bagged the trash and took it to recycling, and fetched new trash bags from my home and put them neatly into the dustbins.

Time truly flies, it’s almost nine o’clock in the evening and I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything at all. I have already taken my evening medicine, and at some point I should go to bed, but I don’t feel like I am ready to go to bed.

Tomorrow I will go to the social office to deliver a couple of bills, and then I will go to East Center to meet Mirette, we will go to Lappish Spring.