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It required a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) very early last evening while I watched an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode one ("Iron Pipeline") of season four ─ to ensure that the awareness of my low ebb had been sufficiently reduced to get me away on an evening walk of five(+) miles that culminated in some grocery shopping when I was about a mile from home on the return.

Had I not gotten that alcoholic lift, I doubt that I could have found it within me to undertake the walk.

I believe that I left here well ahead of 7:30 p.m., and I was back by about 9:30 p.m., finding that my younger brother must have just preceded me. He had not yet turned on the T.V. and was upstairs in his bedroom changing clothes.

And so it was that we were to get a jump on watching some evening T.V. together (via our Android TV Box). I had been wanting to give 1923 a try. And it proved a huge hit with us ─ we not only watched the premiere episode, but my brother had me tune in the second and third episodes as well!

All else we were to watch was an episode of Workin' Moms ─ episode four ("Training Day") of season three. I still find myself highly stimulated by the previous episode (I think it was) where character Kate lets her young lover drink her breast milk directly from its source. I hate that I am going to end my days and never have had such an exquisite experience.

I only drank two further cans of Cariboo Malt, but the toll overnight along with the late hour for bedtime left me feeling rather hungover today, and short on sleep.

When my brother and I got together this morning shortly after 9 a.m. for more T.V., I used our Android TV Box to tune in a video streamed yesterday on Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Breaking Down The Incessant Israeli Propaganda & The True Face Of Zionism Is Finally Being Seen.

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It was to be the only morning show we watched; and even then, we probably saw little more than half of it because it just topped four hours in length.

My brother had left around 10:10 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work; and in the 20 or so minutes that he was gone, I forced myself to endure a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed, finishing up with 15 slow full-range push-ups on the wood floor.

It certainly helped normalize me, I suppose.

I was not to seek my needed early afternoon nap until far too late ─ possibly after 2 p.m. By then my brother had bed-rested and left for the day to socialize. I was in need of more sleep, and this was borne out when I did not rise until after 4 p.m.

Even then, I still felt underslept.

I had considered another evening walk, but I am shy about another evening like yesterday's ─ in my present state, I would need to get juiced up anew in order to force me away on any such outing.

As well, it began raining in the latter afternoon, and I am disinclined to face that sort of weather along with street traffic and suchlike.

But there is something else ─ I am somewhat intestinally distressed. I have had four bowel movements today, and have experienced exceptionally painful bowel cramping. The latter half of the third movement was comprised of oversoft matter, while the fourth was basically liquefied.

Either I was reacting to some manner of pathogenic microbial overpopulation, or else my diet has included something highly irritating ─ I have lately been ingesting raw garlic cloves, chunks of raw ginger, and raw turmeric root; and of course, there are always the hot chillis commonly enough included in my wife's cooking.

So I am going to retire relatively early this evening and have my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up then to slowly ready for a walk.

I did watch some early evening T.V., however. It was a rather enjoyable episode of FBI: International ─ episode 18 ("Blood Feud") of season two.

The episode of FBI: Most Wanted that I had watched 24 hours earlier was frankly offensive with its glaring anti-firearms propaganda. Gun ownership and gun owners were wholesale pilloried, yet all the while it was illegal gun possessors who were committing all of the violence offences in the episode ─ it had nothing to do with lawful and legal gun owners.

This sort of glaring biased writing is disgusting.

Further, I have noticed a few of these kinds of shows in which some of the actresses portraying the agents or officers in the specific enforcement organization are developing quite the pronounced 'saddlebags', yet we are expected to believe that they are still ably running down 'perps'.

This truly annoys me. I'm surprised they don't have the women vaulting over fences and performing virtual gymnastics in the pursuit of felons.

Look, I absolutely adore exceptionally physical women ─ I am in awe of them, in fact; but these specific actresses are most certainly not anywhere in that category.

But enough railing for today over make-believe.