And tomorrow will be the 13th anniversary when I started my first LJ blog, selma5678 and wrote the first entry.
If you look back on the memory lane, you'll see that I used to believe that my story is a story of survival, and also a story of success. I have been through tough times. My story is a story of hurt and healing, sunbeams and some beans.
I woke up a little after one o'clock in the morning. I didn't get any more sleep, so I decided to get upm
I took my morning medicine, cleaned my teeth, and dressed up.
I accidentally broke my coffee maker, I hag grasped it in the wrong way and the hot water tube got twisted. It also shed some plastic shards. I still tried making coffee, and it sprayed the hot water everywhere.
I still managed to make coffee using the electric kettle.
I took a long power nap, and slept sweetly all the way to noon. I had oatmeal porridge with seeds for breakfast.
I decided to go visit the Pearl House in Pole City.
Once there, I had a good time. I talked with a counsellor about my physical wellbeing, he advised me to have my thyroid gland and blood sugar checked.
After leaving, I visited Sederholm Museum, a vintage thrift store, and a park with lots of street art.
Once back home, I made some soup for dinner and watched the movie Big Momma's House on my Netflix app.