💀☠💀☠💀☠ Niomi T.

While watching an episode of FBI: Most Wanted early last evening, I drank two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt in order to shore up my resolve and courage to venture forth to make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore to do some further grocery shopping that day.

The episode was quite interesting ─ season three's episode 19 ("Whack Job").

The malt was definitely effective, numbing my hesitations, and I was away shortly after 9 p.m. in a lasting drizzle of rain that eventually got my denim jacket quite damp, as well as dampening the front of my jeans on the thighs.

I withdrew $100 along the way, despite becoming discouraged at how low my bank balance has become.

The last time I made a similar evening shopping expedition to this store, I had to cut my visit short due to the mounting need to urinate ─ despite having relieved myself shortly before going in to the store. I had made that trip after also drinking two cans of malt.

So this time, even though the need for relief was not yet manifesting, not much more than a half mile from home I took a pee break. But then a mile or so farther on, I needed to stop and seek true relief. And then again about a mile after that, I needed another stop.

But at least all was well with me in the store.

I was not pleased with the cost of my purchases ─ I cannot keep spending money like I have been doing on these shopping excursions.

I did make one last stop to pee when I was just about a mile from home, but I might have been able to make the full distance ─ I simply chose to be comfortable.

By the time I was back home, it was nearly 11:45 p.m., and my younger brother was watching T.V. despite being fairly drunk.

After I changed out of my damp clothes in my bedroom, I joined him after I had gathered together some supper. In the latter afternoon, my eldest stepson had invited me to help myself to a large pizza that he had brought home, so I had saved myself a couple of decent-sized slices. To those, I added a good-sized chunk of extra old cheddar cheese, and an orange and an apple.

My wife was to unexpectedly arrive home while I was eating in the darkened living room. I did not realize it until this morning, but it appears that she had to put in a workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I had little desire to have a third can of malt, so I just bided time watching whatever my brother would tune in on T.V. ─ I was merely seeking to be politely social and not abandon him to drink alone in front of the T.V. as he normally has to do.

Well, my company may have led him to overdo things. He never forsook T.V. until maybe 2:30 a.m., and had wolfed down a number of cans of beer ─ I honestly have my concerns for his liver.

I was not to get to bed for maybe another quarter hour because I spent some time here at my computer ─ I was to see that my youngest stepson had transferred $330 to me to put towards the bi-weekly mortgage due on Thursday of next week.

My morning was to begin just ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ I was the first in the house to get up, I believe. But my wife and then my brother quickly enough followed suit.

And of course, she was to leave us well in time to make the fairly long drive to the restaurant that opens for business at 11 a.m.

We have had a fair amount of wet today, but it has never rained hard, and there have been long periods without any rain ─ the sky is heavy with cloud cover, though.

When my brother invited me to put our Android TV Box to work around 9:10 a.m., I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's good interview from yesterday: Underfunded Hospitals PAYING $$ Nurses To Go Counter Protest The Million Person Parents March.

I interview former educator & CUPE member about the liberal strong arming of Canadian unions and their desperation to take caring parents down by actually paying people to go protest the Million Person March. The head of CUPE Fred Hahn ironically promotes Che Guevara on his walls and in his photos but Che Guevera put gay people in camps and murdered them. Is he just another useful idiot or does he know this?

Find Rob Primo at : https://rumble.com/Therobprimo

The video is also available on Rumble here, and is well under an hour (51:39).

The interview was good, as I said, but the actual interview did not begin until maybe 9:43 into the video ─ I consider that prelude material to be discountable.

Next I tuned in a half hour (31:39) addition yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: How to Buy Gold and Silver with Anita.

A little intro metal buying with Warren Keane VP of Sales for New World Precious Metals. Please check out my links below.
My link to New World Precious Metals (great deals on Gold and Silver purchase:
https://info.newworldpm.com/142.html

It definitely was of little use to me in my financial depression.

We finished with a 48-minute (48:17) documentary uploaded February 6, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Breadline Kids: Dispatches (Poverty Documentary) | Real Stories.

A part of Dispatches collection, Breadline Kids asks daring questions about food poverty in the UK, asking children what it's like to live when the cupboards are bare, and what desperate measures parents go to feed their kids.

It would be nice to know the fates of the three families featured in the 2014 documentary, but all I can find is information backgrounding the documentary ─ nothing updates it, nor offers any family last names.

I do believe that I located "Naomi" on Facebook ─ her name there is spelled "Niomi", and she became the pretty young woman that was blossomingly apparent in the documentary from just about a decade ago.

I must bring an end to this post.

I never had my afternoon nap ─ dissolution took priority. And because this has been a bath day, I broke from this post just before posting the above photo. I wanted to have a can of malt before some supper while watching some T.V.

My choice was an episode of FBI: International ─ season two's episode 14 ("He Who Speaks Dies" ).

Thereafter I had my bath, and now I am finishing up this post at 8:45 p.m. Since I want to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks, I must soon get to bed.

I cannot carry on as I am. I need like-minded people around me ... or even just a devoted friend or companion / partner. I have none of those.

I am perishing for it.