Anyway, this morning I got up in time, took my morning medicine and biotin supplement, and drank some cocoa. I put on deodorant, dabbed lotion on my face, and got dressed.
I re- checked the bus timetables and noticed that there was no way I could make it to the buses that were going to take me to another part of the town where I was supposed to take part in the sponsored charity walk.
Well, at least now I could go see my parents straight away. I called my mother and asked her if I can come over, she said I can.
I went to the library; it’s opened on Sundays but there are no librarians, you’re supposed to use the check- outs and other machines all by yourself. I used two computers, one laptop, and one tablet to make the daily donations on the Greater Good website.
I took a bus to my parents’ home because I’m too lazy to walk. My mother answered the door.
My father was home too, he had the flu. He gave me the weekly allowance.
I ate a tomato, a slice of a bun loaf, and two of my mother’s home- made bread rolls. I also drank coffee and orange juice.
I felt anxious, psychotic, and disturbed, but still managed to act all cool and collected. I used my mother’s laptop to make the daily donations on Greater Good.
Later that day I kissed and hugged my mother, and blew my father a kiss, and then I left.
I walked to the station and took a bus to downtown. I took a tram to another part of the town and walked down the street to a thrift store, trying to find a new scarf.
Then I remembered that I still have my pink PLO scarf at home, so I left when the shop was closed. I went to the nearest Starbucks and bought a cold- smoked salmon bagel and a pumpkin spice latte.
I took a subway and then a bus back to my hometown. Once there, I went to the supermarket and bought dish- washing liquid, a name- day card for a friend, and two postage stamps.
Once back home, I put everything to their rightful places, put all the trash to recycling, put the worked on the post cards, washed a load of laundry, and took my evening medicine and sprayed Nasonex into both of my nostrils.
As of writing this, I am washing the third load of laundry. I should take the laundry downstairs to the drying room, but I feel too psychotic to do anything.
I have been feeling manic and speedy all day. I guess my period is due.