January 3rd, 2020


Wednesday's child is full of woe

Last night I was a bit of a sad kitty; I had no milk so I couldn't make cocoa, and I was out of ink pens so I couldn't write my sadness away into my diary. I actually cried a little, it reminded me of the nursery rhyme "Wednesday's child is full of woe", considering that my birthday (December 28th, 1988) fell on Wednesday.

I fell into restful, pleasant sleep, and I was awake many hours before my smartphone alarm woke me up at noon.
I received some things in the mail; a greeting card from a friend, and the jewelry I had ordered from Wish.

As soon as I got up, I logged in to the bank app on my smartphone to see that I had received the weekly allowance as usual. I paid a commission to Candy, and then I took my morning medicine, did the skincare routine (on usual days, I wash my face with gel wash, then put on face toner and serum and lotion and eye cream, and on the days when I take the first shower of the week, I do the twelve- step Korean skincare regiment), and got dressed. I put on the earrings I got in the mail.
I managed to throw up right after taking my medicine, but fortunately I only honked water and the biotin supplement and not the actual medicine.

I went to the ATM machine to withdraw cash, and then I went to a stationery shop and bought three different- colored Frixion ink pens and a big package of refills. Then I went to a coffee and bakery shop to buy iced coffee.

I went to the psychiatric center where I had an appointment with my own nurse. We managed to have a nice talk, and agreed for a new appointment on February 5th at two pm.

After the appointment, I went to the same coffee and bakery shop and bought a cold- smoked salmon bagel. I took a train to downtown and went to the local art museum to wait for Mirette.

She arrived later, we went to check out the art shows and then we went to two thrift stores; I found plenty of nice clothes, but didn't buy them because I was already low on cash and I had to buy groceries. I decided that I would buy them later.

We traveled to Mirette's home, she picked up some of her stuff and then we traveled to my hometown. I went to the supermarket and bought groceries.

Once back home, I put mine and Mirette's groceries to the fridge, took my evening medicine and almost threw up again. I also sprayed Nasonex into my nostrils.

I put Bellavita lotion on my face, some greasier lotion on the troublesome skin between my nose and upper lip, and also applied lip balm and eye cream.

I made cocoa, watched Keeping up Appearances, and started a new diary.

I made some French fries for supper.

Tomorrow I will do the usual weekly housework; change the towels, tidy up the bathroom, take out the recycling, and wash laundry.
In the evening, me and Mirette will go to the annual light art festival downtown.

On Sunday, me and Mirette will go visit our friend in the hospital. After that, I will go visit my parents; my dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny.