December 10th, 2019

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Back from my parents' home! :D

I didn't start having dreams until my mother woke me up. I was just having a dream where I took a commuter train to another town, and the train derailed and I ended up in another town that I didn't recognize.

That's when my mother came to my bedroom, petted me and said that it's probably the medicines that makes me so sleepy.

I also had a dream where I died and ended up in a place between life and death; it was like Silent Hill, a pretty normal looking town that kept on descending to a hellish nightmare where monsters hunted you. And you had to stay there until you had paid for the sins you had committed in life.

I got up, took my morning medicine with coffee, and ate a bowl of oatmeal porridge for breakfast.

I took a shower, washed and conditioned my hair, and then my mother taught me how to fix them by putting on styling mousse and blow- drying it and then putting hairspray on it.

I put lotion on my skin and got dressed into fresh clothes. I had forgotten to take along a clean brassiere, so I put on the same I had been wearing since yesterday.

Mom gave me 20 euros.
She made some boiled eggs for lunch, and then we left at the same time.

We took a bus to my hometown, my mother went to hairdresser and I went back home. Mirette was taking a nap.

I took a painkiller and a biotin supplement and brushed my teeth. Then I left and traveled to Twinkle café.

There were a few usual visitors, and there was also a cute dog who kept on licking my hand.

I ate sandwiches and cookies and drank cocoa and mulled wine.

I got a gift package from Mella when I left, I promised not to open it until Christmas.
I took a tram to downtown and then a train back to my hometown.

I went to the shopping mall and bought a small tube of hand cream I can keep in my cosmetics bag, three Christmas cards for my closest friends, and two pillows that are going to serve me until I buy a new and better one after the holidays.

I went back home, took my evening medicine and sprayed Nasonex into my nostrils.

Mirette came home, she had been at Girls House.

I changed into a nightie, read horror movie synopses on Wikipedia, watched video clips of different Carrie movies on YouTube, and learned a new term "Tasmanian Gothic".