October 4th, 2017


Coughing my lungs out

I woke up in the morning and immediately started coughing my lungs out. I was supposed to go to the mindfulness group at the psychiatric center for the first time, so I got up, took my meds, and started brushing my teeth; it triggered my gag reflex, and I threw up something that looked like the goat cheese bagel I had nommed yesterday.

I spent the entire morning coughing and throwing up, so I went back to bed. I was a bit sad that I couldn’t go to the mindfulness group, but if I had gone there anyway, the others wouldn’t exactly be pleased if I coughed and threw up while they were trying to meditate.

I got up after two o’clock in the afternoon, dressed up, and put on the Joey Ramone necklace I had gotten from Zoya (thanks, cutie!) a couple of years ago.

I went to visit my friend Eleclya, I had promised to bring her a pump- action bottle of basic lotion. You should see her skin, she looks like she’s halfway transforming into a red dragon!

It was very sunny outside and I was happy, because the past two days it has rained a lot.

I travelled to Eleclya’s home. She was making French fries for dinner, I got some as well. We drank coffee, talked and burped and laughed and farted and joked, and then we went to see Odessa.

We had coffee and continued talking and laughing, listened to Crazy Frog and some 1990’s hits, and then Suavecita called me.
We agreed to go see our mutual friend Riga on Sunday for coffee and go walk her beagle.

We also agreed that me, Suavecita, and Eleclya would go see the Stephen King movie It soon. We also agreed that we would have a sleepover at her home in November, and that we would have a birthday party together in December; she was born on 23rd, and me on 28th, meaning that she is only five days older than me.

I left and took a bus back to Stick City, then I took a train back to Hometown and went to the post office to pick up a package; I had received a notification about it today.
It was the asexual pride pussyhat I had ordered from Etsy.com a few weeks ago, I took it out of the package and put it on my head, and walked home with my chin up.

I went back home, made some coffee, and still felt like I should go someplace; I had actually forgotten to mail a couple of birbday cards, perhaps tomorrow.
I decided not to go out this evening, even if I felt the urban wanderlust again; but I decided not to yield in every fancy.

Tomorrow I will go to this happening in Late Winds, it’s meant for people who have delusions and hear non- existent voices as a part of their mental illness.
After that, I will run some errands; I will send a few greeting cards, go to the pharmacy to recycle some medicine and ask them what kind of cough syrup I should use. I should also go to a library to use a computer to update my blogs.
In the evening, I will go to the church for the youth group.