Just woke up. It’s not midday yet so I turned off my alarm so it doesn’t startle me while I am already awake. I haven’t gotten out of bed yet, though. My dad said he’ll need my help again today delivering newspapers. Hopefully not a stupidly large amount in one day as it is tiring work. No wonder I dreamt I was at a spa in Crystal Tokyo the other night. I guess they are in my dreams now. Luckily for me, those gel soles I started using yesterday seem to be working since I didn’t need to bathe my feet in warm salty water for an hour yesterday. Hopefully I don’t fall over and make my jeans dirty like I managed to do yesterday, although that was only because it had rained earlier on in the day.
I dreamt that me and my boyfriend were having sex after a romantic meal, all after visiting the Outer Sol Senshi, and that after all that, we both sat in bed, cuddling with each other and watching funny videos.
It’s Monday again, my least favourite day of the week. My dad says he wants me to help him deliver newspapers again today. Me and him managed to deliver 642 newspapers yesterday, which is a record I would rather not try to beat as it makes my feet ache like a motherfucker afterwards. My dad said we should try to aim to deliver around 400 newspapers per day for the next few days so they will all be delivered. Me and my dad have already delivered the original 2,500 newspapers, but my dad asked for an extra 1,600 newspapers so that me and him would be paid more for the job. Those 1,600 newspapers are being delivered in a different area to the original 2,500 newspapers.
I dreamt last night, unsurprisingly, that me, my boyfriend and the Sol Senshi we at a day out at a spa somewhere in Crystal Tokyo.
Just woke up, so I remember more of the dream I just had than I would if I had posted this post a couple of hours later. I am going to assume that my dad will ask me to help him deliver newspapers again today, although I do not know how many newspapers will be delivered today. Dad went and picked up some more newspapers yesterday meaning that we’ll end up delivering 4,000 newspapers or so instead of 2,500 newspapers before the jon in question is finished on the 30th or so.
I dreamt that me, my boyfriend, and the Sol Senshi all went to a nightclub in Crystal Tokyo and had a fun time, while a musician inspired by deadmau5 was at the turntables doing their thing. Then, later on, the musician in question reveals their identity and it turns out to be Diana, the daughter of Luna and Artemis, and we’re all standing there not knowing how to react to this turn of events.
It’s gone 3am now and I am getting ready for bed while listening to a playlist of my favourite music that covers various genres and various decades, a few of which are what I presume is a favourite musician of all domestic cats. I’m not going to listen to the whole playlist while getting ready for bed because I would end up getting no sleep at all as listening to the entire playlist of 97 [as of publication of this post] songs would easily take 3 hours. I wonder what I will end up dreaming of tonight, because I know it’ll be set in the Gwenverse, will involve numerous Sailor Scouts and will probably be perplexing and bizarre. I just don’t know the details because I haven’t gone to sleep yet.
I had to wake up at 11am today because I had to wait in for the HelloFresh box to arrive, which came at around 12:30pm in the form of a massive box. I opened the box to find two Italian meals and an Iranian meal. No idea which of the meals we’re having tonight, if were having one of the meals from the box tonight. In other news, my left eye is a bit swollen at the moment, so I’m going to do a few moist heat compressions on it to try and sort it out when my dad gets home.
I dreamt last night that Haruka [Sailor Uranus] went to Earth and drunkenly bought a full size 1989 Ford Transit and decided to drive it for a while the next afternoon at a local racetrack back on Lunaria [home world of the Moon Kingdom in the Gwenverse] to see what it was like, ending up being very surprised and to the point of needing a change of clothes as unknown to her, the van she bought accelerated like a McLaren P1 because the van she bought had the engine from one. Afterwards, she heavily modified it [while keeping the engine], giving it a facelift and making sure there’s room and seats for a dozen. She then gave the van some decals, showing that it was used for transporting Sailor Scouts in luxury.