My younger brother and I were to watch American Graffiti (1973) and then More American Graffiti (1979) last night. Only now in glancing at the Wikipedia write-up for the latter movie do I realize that it was supposed to have dealt with the four New Year's Eves from 1964 to 1967, so clearly I was well oiled by then.
Apart from the shot of booze my brother poured each of us after midnight's arrival, I believe that I may have drank seven cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). Possibly I had some of my liquor as well, but I do not recall.
My youngest stepson remained home, but he had his girlfriend (Emily?) here for the night, so he did not miss out on any fun.
I recall leaving my brother passed out at some point, but I believe that I at least turned off the T.V. However, I cannot recall if I was still sitting up here at my bedside computer when he finally went to bed or not. Nor do I know what time bedtime was for me.
It was not quite 7 a.m. this morning when I decided to rise after failing to be able to fall into any further sleep, but I was still quite drunk. As yet the doldrums and anxiety that comes of alcohol withdrawal had not begun to take hold. In fact, I even had unrealistic thoughts of getting out today for a long walk.
I fixed up my first mug of instant coffee with some booze as well as the usual works, and that helped restore my buzz.
After my brother emerged from his bedroom somewhere in the region of mid-morning, we quickly graduated to a couple of videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box.
The first was 23 minutes (23:04), and was Odessa Orlewicz's from yesterday: Everyone MUST Know What Happens Jan 27th/2024 & Share With The World ASAP!!
LATEST UPDATE! James Roguski is back on to give all human beings knowledge so that the WH0 doesn't try to break the law when they FAIL Jan 27, 2024. If everyone knows and shares this knowledge on all social medias, then they won't be able to try to pull a fast one. Winning... Almost there...But not there yet: jamesroguski.substack.com
Then it was a nearly 1½-hour (1:27:41) interview posted by Steve Kirsch two days ago: Nurse Gail Macrae reveals stunning facts about the COVID vax and protocols.
This is the most important interview I've ever done.
You will learn that 95% of the COVID deaths in hospitals were caused by the hospital protocols, not COVID.
That it was the COVID shots, not COVID, responsible for 8X increase in code blues per shift as well as a 4X increase in hospitalization rates.
And more...
My brother had to leave early into the video to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I paused the video until his return.
I almost cancelled out of it because of the glaring discrepancy in volume between Steve and Gail, but I am glad that I was patient ─ it truly was an excellent interview.
After the video ─ by which time I had taken a second coffee with some liquor ─ my brother and I both retired to our bedrooms. I badly needed my nap. And although I rose anew around 1:30 p.m., my brother was already gone for the day.
I feel completely wasted. There will be no exercising today. And had my wife not unexpectedly shown up at 3:30 p.m. this afternoon, my plan was to tune in a Christmas movie and drink more beer in the latter afternoon, and then getting to bed early enough in the evening that I would be capable of an early a.m. five-mile+ walk with exercise.
Things proceeded better than predicted above.
My dear wife cooked up a fried rice dish that to me was reminiscent of my Thailand experience back in 2003, 2004, and 2005 when I would be hungover and with no appetite, but at least able to have a fried rice dish along with a couple of tall ice cold Thai beers with which to break my fast.
It was to become almost ritualistic.
Apparently one place we regularly ate at for a time in Phuket wondered to her why it was all she ever ordered for me for breakfast or lunch.
Well, today was similar ─ I had barely any appetite. The good news is that I likely will not have any gained weight when next I weigh myself. I am just annoyed that I forgot to weigh myself before breaking my weekly Sabbath fast on late Saturday afternoon following dark.
Anyway, I managed to catch the 2017 Christmas movie A Very Merry Toy Store early this evening. My poor wife had repaired to her bedroom to watch videos on her tablet or smart phone, whereas both of her sons evidently forsook her and were elsewhere.
I have to admit that actress Melissa Joan Hart was showing some age, but she did manage to convincingly become sexually appealing ─ and without any serious complaint on my part. I thought she was ... well, rather luscious.
Anyone interested could watch the movie online at OK.ru, although there are other numerous sources.
I killed time with Christmas music videos and even a women's MMA match, as well as an episode of Cybill ─ episode 12 ("The Little Drummer Girls") of season three.
My hope was to wish my wife a serious goodnight and maybe even give her a hug and kiss before my brother showed up and I retired so as to best have that chance of an early walk (I will set my cellphone alarm for 1:30 a.m.), but my brother showed up before I was done this post and therefore prevented the gesture.
It is already nigh 9:45 p.m., and even though my blues are evaporated or at least numbed into insignificance ─ two cans of Cariboo Malt and the final two shots of my bottle of sambuca (37% alcohol) as well as a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum will do that ─ I would wolf down another beer, but I know that I would later be plagued with urinary urgency that I cannot afford if I wish sleep and thereafter have that energetic walk.
I miss my wife, though (we have separate bedrooms now for well over 13 months).
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