It was around 8:45 p.m. last evening when I saw my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had been drinking. I have an unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline for him ─ if he is any later than that, then I will have nothing to do with him.
I will not sit up late in operation of our Android TV Box to locate sources of some of the myriad of T.V. series we follow.
But it was no easy matter finding sleep that early in the present hot weather. My bedroom is on the side of the house bathed in the afternoon / evening sunshine.
Some broken sleep did ultimately arrive; however, it may only have been something like 12:18 a.m. when I checked the time and opted to rise to eventually begin adding content into the post (at one of my six hosted websites) that is probably going to take me a full month by the time I get it finished and published.
When I opened my bedroom door, I saw by the light beneath my brother's bedroom door that he was relatively newly ensconced there.
I think that it was nigh 4:45 a.m. by the time I was back to bed, again struggling to have sleep befriend me.
Even so, my morning was to begin no later than 8:30 a.m., for any further blocks of sleep seemed impossible by then. I only sleep in fragmented fashion.
When I joined my brother at 10 a.m. to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I had a 2015 movie in mind: The 5th Wave.
It was initially very good, but it became very weak and improbable. I don't have the time to get into that, but I will admit that it was still enjoyable ─ even my brother seemed rather caught up in it.
What is sad is that there does not seem much likelihood of the two sequel novels being turned into movies. As can be discerned at website The5thWave.fandom.com and its article on human / alien character Evan Walker, there is so much more to explore ─ I had no idea about most of the detail concerning him, for the movie doesn't touch on most of it.
And he may be the central character of the trilogy of novels? One would never know from just the movie.
Lots of money was blown in the making of the movie, but at least a cent wasn't needed for creating any of the aliens ─ we never saw one. Instead, we had to accept that somehow they were implanted into regular people and were in full control of them.
A very cheap premise, for sure.
My brother sought his bed rest at 1 p.m., so I betook myself out to the backyard sundeck and sunned my back for just over 40 minutes whilst clad in just a pair of gym-style shorts.
I was back in the house and my bedroom and changing out of my damp shorts when I heard my brother emerge from his bedroom, and then head away to eventually resume his drinking somewhere.
My meal helped put me into a decline that was aggravated by insufficient sleep, so I took a short nap.
Then at 4:30 p.m., I began sunning my front for just over nigh 42 minutes while sunk low into a lawn- or deckchair, my bared feet on the grass.
I am finding that when I am up in the night working on any of my websites as I was last night, and then sunning myself in the afternoon, the futility of my life becomes an overpowering conviction.
I honestly don't think that I can continue to live too much longer. I am too, too alone. And there is far, far too much amiss with me.
It is becoming too late to pull out of this terminable trend.
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