💀☠💀☠💀☠ Seasonal Recovery

Don't think otherwise ─ the media are promoting lies!

Why can I not resist this lustful endorphin addiction?

I had begun watching a so-so Christmas movie ─ I may in fact have been halfway through it ─ early last evening when my brother unexpectedly showed up far, far too early. It was not even 7:30 p.m., I believe.

It happened that he and his girlfriend Bev were watching the Buffalo Bills versus Cincinnati Bengals NFL game that was playing early in the evening, and which got cancelled after Buffalo player Damar Hamlin suddenly collapsed from an apparent heart-attack.

My brother immediately speculated to Bev that it had to have resulted from the effects of the mandated injections that all of the players would have had to submit to when the roll-outs for the diabolical toxin were at the peak.

She then retaliated that she was not in the least interested in hearing his nonsense, and she went on to suggest other far more likely causes of the player's collapse. 

This disagreement escalated (my brother is not injected, whereas Bev is) and became a full-blown heated argument ─ so my brother then took his leave in a fury.

(I do agree with my brother ─ I have little doubt that the injection resulted in the collapse.)

However, my brother was ill company, I fast discovered ─ he was plastered, and aggressively censorious of the first show I tuned in (via our Android TV Box) for us to watch. I had backed out of the movie before he came into the house, for he is obnoxiously Grinch-like where sentimental Christmas movies are concerned.

The show I had tuned in was episode six ("Cherry") of Sharp Objects, a miniseries which I quite enjoy.

As he often does, my brother spent a considerable amount of time unconscious through the episode. I can bear that, but into the episode's final scenes he decided to start railing about the show, declaring that he is not impressed, and it does nothing for him. First, though, he growled to know what the movie was all about because it made no sense ─ his alcohol-damaged brain had not recognized that this was the sixth episode of a series that he has physically been present for through its entirety to date.

The drunken prick can be so bloody dense that it is all that I can do to tolerate him ─ I do not quite understand how I managed to control myself and not blow up at him as I was doing within.

He had demanded of me before during other episodes ─ several times ─ to be given some idea of what the series is about, because he is unable to carry the information along from one episode to the next. His brain is too limited.

I became so aggravated with his drunken behaviour last evening that I am considering going for a long walk this evening and not bother being home to watch any T.V. with him. He does not know how to operate our Android TV Box, so he will be left with whatever he can find for entertainment via the basic cable package we have with Telus.

After finishing our television viewing for the night well into the midnight hour, he went to bed, but I remained up and never got my full fix until possibly after 2:30 a.m. before finally allowing myself to gain my bed.

My brother was his sober and tolerant self this morning, of course ─ but that persona is seldom who comes home in the evenings after he leaves in the early afternoons to go and engage with his (drinking) social network.

Around 9 a.m. this morning I tuned in (via our Android TV Box) Christopher James Pritchard's (A Warrior Calls) upload today to Rumble: Enemy Is Within. It was a livestream recorded yesterday, and covered a number of topics.

I followed it up with Ryan Cristian's (The Last American Vagabond) Rumble upload of yesterday, I believe it may have been. However, we did not commence the video until around 11 a.m., and it was much longer than we both had time for, so we each abandoned it during the noon hour.

My brother had earlier left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ I never thought to ask him if last evening's altercation had any lingering aftereffects. But while he was away, I had some exercise out in the backyard tool shed after first weighing myself dressed just as I would be out there for the pull-ups and chin-ups ─ I scaled in at 190 or 191 pounds, about two pounds lighter than when I similarly weighed myself yesterday.

The performance was slightly better than yesterday's in that this morning I opened with four repetitions in the first set, and 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2 in the five remaining sets.

The day's temperatures have been a few degrees above freezing, and we have had some rain overnight and for a time during the afternoon. It does not seem to be anywhere near heavy rain, so I am not concerned about what may be ahead for the evening's walk if I hold fast and undertake it.

I should probably leave around 8 p.m., but certainly before 9 p.m. in case my brother does come home earlier than usual ─ usually he shows up between 9 - 9:30 p.m.

By the way, all three of the suspected automated debits that I expected might hit my chequing account today did take place. Thus, the $300 contribution that my youngest stepson made towards the monthly mortgage that will be due later this month was crucial ─ the account had less than $45 in it at the time. Now, after his contribution and today's debits, there are $75 and change remaining in the account.

The relief about that $300 contribution was greatest for my worrying wife ─ she was faced with somehow coming up with that very figure after having taken $1,800 from me last week, and having no sure way to make that comparatively tiny $300 emergency restitution. 

I hope that the enormous stress her gambling addiction thievery has brought upon her has fortified her to resist attending that damned casino near where she works.

I am pleased to be able to report that I seem to have largely gotten over the alcohol withdrawal of the season's rather heavy drinking that kept leaving me anxious and apprehensive, and compelling me to renew my drinking with the approach of night and day's early end ─ this circuitous state can endure for days with me. Fortunately, I feel in control today, so I seem to be over it.

Nevertheless, I am still going to have some Scotch while I complete watching that Christmas movie that I had to abandon last evening. The Scotch may even help me retain the resolve for that long walk that will be a minimum of five miles.