Warning: A bit of an unhygienic theme ahead.
So, what can I share here in under 30 minutes?
My family and friends don’t know this, but I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Why? I had a dream about an old friend whom I haven’t talked to for a long time and said friend ignored me when I said hi. That seriously shattered my heart.
“But Dewey, it’s just a dream.” Yes, it’s just a dream. But the bad dream really affected me. I don’t feel like explaining the whole story right now, but all I can say is that once again I’m hurt.
Because of the bad dream, I had less energy to work on the billings. I have reached the middle of the file anyway, so I took it easy. But I need to finish all of it by Monday.
And because of the bad dream, I wanted to have my haircut and my weekly hangout at Satchmi today. So, I did. I went out of the house before nighttime, and I dropped by the barbershop first. Unfortunately, my barber is absent. But it was fine. I booked an appointment for Sunday.
After dropping by the barbershop, I went to Satchmi. I had my usual BLT and iced tea, and I updated my planner/journal after. I spent 2 hours of bliss and peace at my favorite cafe – an hour more than usual. Finally, a happy thought for today.
And then Mother messaged me; she told me to buy some bathroom tissues. After my me-time, I went to the grocery to buy the tissues and a few 1L Coke Zeros (for my weekly Jack and Coke). In the middle of paying at the counter, I realized that during my time at Satchmi, I picked up a bit of paper trash and I ate my sandwich without washing my hands. I washed my hands with alcohol before going inside the cafe, but that’s it. Oops.
Now I’m anxious, thinking about what I should have done and the people who may have noticed what I did. I swear, I usually wash my hands before eating. I swear.
Crap. How can I sleep this off?
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 