February 18th, 2017


Sore throat makes me a sad ball of sadness

Today I woke up with a sore throat, it’s a certain sign that I am going to catch cold.

Still, I managed to wash two loads of laundry, scrub the toilet bowl, and take out the trash.

Later the day me and Mirette went to the supermarket to buy some snack, and then we went to the hoods to take photos of the street art. I realized how nice it is to be outside, there’s plenty of sunshine and fresh air, and most of the snow had melted away.

Once back at my home, I warmed some lunch in the microwave oven. When I swallowed the pieces of food, it felt nice in my sore throat, like scratching an itch.

In the evening I wiped the worst stains off the stove, and made a mental note to hoover behind it.

I called my mother and chitchatted with her for a while, she said that she is going to take me to the shopping mall tomorrow to buy me a proper pair of brassiere. I said it’s alright.

I started watching Stranger Things on Netflix.