5th July 2017


The situation right nao

🍦 I have got an awful lot of pimples in the nape of my neck and behind my ears. Goodness only knows where they came from.
I cannot see them, but I can feel them with my hands. I simply can't stop fiddling with them. It looks like a job for doctor Sandra Lee.

🍀 My broadband connection was cut off because my social worker ignored my bills, and I can't afford to pay them by myself.

⚘ I decided to delete each and every single one of my blogs, except this one. I found it hard to update all my journals and keeping a real life diary at the same time.

🍰 I have decided to plug my smartphone into the recharger every time I get home. It will save me lots of trouble.


Daily deeds of 05/07/2017

Food intake:
🍰 A bowl of oatmeal porridge with sunflower/ pumpkin/ flax seeds for breakfast

🍰 Mashed potatoes, cod fillet and green peas for lunch

🍰 Tomato & lentil soup for dinner

🍰 4 slices of buttered rye bread

🍰 A handful of liquorice

🍰 2 chocolate confections filled with raspberry jelly

🍰 A tangerine

🍰 Approximately a bucket of coffee

🏆 I walked to Pearl House from the train station, instead of travelling on a bus

🏆 I exercised my hands and wrists

Money spent:
💱 4 birthday cards

🚿 I had a proper wash in the morning; brushed my teeth and washed my face and dabbed lotion on my skin

What I wore today:
💅 Green cotton tunic with long sleeves and a pattern of white outlines of two little girls holding hands

Counting my blessings:
💟 I made a new friend
💟 I met Tiinu again


Benedict Cumberbatch, as I knew him

I had a dream where I studied in junior high school. I was in maths class and my teacher looked pretty much like my favorite actor, Benedict Cumberbatch.
In the dream, I opened my mathematics study book and noticed that most of the equations were about the mmorpg game Overwatchcharacters Junkrat and Roadhog.

I woke up early, and the first thing I noticed was that my butt felt cold because it was sticking out of the blankets.

I continued sleeping, and had a dream where I visited Manse, there was some sort of a Japanese garden where you had to go naked.

I also had one of my most reoccurring dreams; a Weeping Angel had sent me to the Victorian age where I became the apprentice of Sherlock Holmes, and proved myself to be better in reducing than him.

I got up about a little before eleven o'clock in the morning.
I don't know if I have got my period, but I have been bleeding some sort of chunky brown discharge from my vagina since last Friday.
For the past two years, my periods have been very regular, starting on somewhere between 14th - 22nd day of the month, with minimal PMS.

I took my morning medicine, brushed my teeth and washed my face and put lotion on my skin.
I thought of doing some simple exercises, stretches and morning yoga while my freshly cooked porridge settled. But then I remembered that my yoga mat was in the storage room and I didn't feel like going to fetch it.

I have taken up the habit of cooking porridge with two parts flakes, four parts water, when the usual recipe is one part flakes and two parts water.

After finishing my porridge, I brewed myself a nice cup of coffee and after finishing it, I had to take a huge, hard dump. I wonder if coffee has lots of fibre, considering how well it makes your bowels move.
I really should eat more fresh fruits and vegetables, but they are too expensive and go rotten too quickly.

Usually I go to the Pearl House in Pole City on Mondays, and to another Pearl House on Wednesdays. Today it was reversed, I had to go to Pole City because there's a common computer you can use for free.
My online connection was cut off because my social worker ignored my bills.

I travelled to Pole City, on my way there I had a strange feeling; I felt awfully, terribly angry, and soon I calmed down. It was like a hot flash.

Once in Pole City, I decided to walk to Pearl House in order to get exercise and fresh air.
Once at the House, I stepped in at the exact moment when my favourite counsellor Tiinu stepped out of her office! What an amazing coincidence!
We hugged each other, had coffee and candy, and I wrote into my diary and updated my blogs. I also taught Tiinu face muscle exercise. She and a visitor with whom I made friends got a special permission to write something nice on the last page of my diary.

Later the day me and my new friend  (whom I shall call Marjutta) and Tiinu decided to go downtown after the House was closed.
I went to a shop in a modern art museum and bought birthday cards for my friends Jerry, H.P., Virva, and Kolibri.
Then I went to a few clothing shops.

I travelled back home, and went to the library. They were selling books that had been discharged, I bought the book Clean Breakby Jacqueline Wilson.

Once back home, made myself lunch, even if it was way past lunch time. Nevertheless it was the second hot meal of the day.

I did everything to prevent myself of going to the gym; I started a new knitwork, recharged my smartphone, looked for stuff to give to charity...
It's just that I usually go to the gym in the evenings just before bed time, for the same reason students start working on their essays just before the deadline; I work better under pressure.
I had been motivated to go to the gym ever since morning, but now I felt all the motivation slipping away. I heard the delusions mocking me, I knew you couldn't make it you fat, lazy, ugly disgusting slob! I tried to ignore them as my last resort, because yelling at them didn't work.

I didn't bother with having a wash, I just took my evening medicine and went to bed.

Tomorrow I will go to Lapland Spring, and then I will go to the Sederholm Museum and then to the museum of Natural Science.