August 15th, 2019


Night of the Arts

I had dreams last night, but I don’t remember much about them.

I woke up when my smartphone rang. It was my nurse from the psychiatric center, she told me that we have to move the date for our next appointment. We agreed for next month’s first Friday. She said she admires how flexible I am.

I got up, took my morning medicine and biotin supplement, got dressed, and then I took a long, good look into a mirror and realized that I look a bit grubby around the edges. I started thinking that I am thirty years old already, and I can see my first wrinkles coming up. I am obsessed with making myself as pretty as I can, I don’t know if it’s selfish vanity or healthy self- care, but anyway, to me the signs of oldness are the signs of my oncoming death.

I put some lotion on my face and checked my online bank account. I had received money, so I went to the supermarket and withdrew the cash. I bought a few cartons of oat milk.
I could have gone to the library, but I forgot.
An elderly lady told me that my flowery dress looked pretty.

Once back home, I watched two Keeping up Appearances episodes on DailyMotion; Driving Mrs. Fortesque and Daisy’s Toy Boy.

Later in the afternoon, Mirette came for a visit. We left in an hour; we were heading to an annual culture happening called Night of the Arts.

We saw two concerts, I was bothered by wasps that kept on circling me, Mirette took some photos, and then we went to a café to have a feast.
I got a rye bread sandwich with lemon- flavored mayonnaise and some cold- smoked salmon; a moist chocolate cupcake with peanut butter topping; and a salmiakki latte.

I left a bit earlier because I didn’t fancy staying late in downtown. I took a bus back home.
Once there, I took my evening medicine and brushed my teeth, and washed a load of laundry and hung it on the drying rack.

Tomorrow I will receive the weekly allowance from my guardian of interest. Me and Mirette will go visit thrift stores that specialize in vintage & retro clothes; I will buy all the clothes that I like.

On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework; take out the recycling because I didn’t do it last week, scrub the bathroom from floor to ceiling because it desperately needs it, and also replace the towels and wash them along with the plastic carrier bags where I keep the recyclable waste. They need to be washed every now and then.
I will go to the gym as well, do stretches and use the cross- trainer.

On Sunday, I will do the usual weekly beautifying routines; shave my armpits and chin, wash my hair, and do the twelve- step Korean skincare regiment.
I will go see my parents. My father will give me the weekly allowance, and this time I will remember to call my granny; I have forgotten to call her for the past weeks, and I am a bit ashamed.