💀☠💀☠💀☠ Peeling Back the Layers

I had my downtown Whalley walk last evening, but I was most disappointed to find that London Drugs had closed at 9 p.m. ─ I never even left home until something like 9:10 p.m.

I basically 'cruised' the side streets West of the King George Boulevard to as far as 132nd Street, and between 108th Avenue and 104th Avenue, before giving up my quest to potentially encounter a 'working girl'. I'll not likely be doing this again any time soon.

Had the government liquor store been open later than 10 p.m., I would have bought some drink to wander about with ─ that could have been absolutely stupid.

I had thought myself to have totalled at least six miles of round trip walking, but I was back home by about 11 p.m. Since I was no longer walking fast after finding the drugstore closed, it ought to have been well past 11 p.m. if I had travelled six or better miles.

But I must surely have managed at least five miles.

My younger brother was home and watching T.V. When I joined him, he was quick to turn it over to me so that I could activate our Android TV Box.

At that point we had not yet watched the final handful of minutes of A Touch of Frost episode one "Line of Fire (Part One)" of season or series seven, so I had earlier set things up so that we could do so at this link at OK.ru.

Well, it happened that the episode ended with Inspector Jack Frost being present when a bank robbery was taking place, so the episode was a bit of a cliffhanger. Due to this, my brother wanted us to continue on with episode two ─ and so we did at this OK.ru link.

Since those two episodes were the only ones that comprised the seventh season or series, the next time we tune in an episode, it will be the start of season or series eight.

The only other show we watched was an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ season or series 21. I was happy to see Mel B to be a guest, but I also enjoyed unknown-to-me Billie Piper. Billie is 41 years old now, but apparently she had a hit pop song back when she was 15 years old.

I just hunted it up ─ I like it! Titled "Because We Want To", it is in the style of something the Spice Girls might have done.

I believe that I only drank two Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol), but maybe I had three. Whether or not, they were not responsible for my folly thereafter ─ I voluntarily succumbed, and did not get to bed until well past 5 a.m.

Hopefully it was not even 6 a.m.!

It is now starkly clear that I truly am an addict. I cannot seem to beat this addiction on my own, and I cannot see it being possible so long as I am living under my present conditions. I need to be financially independent ─ not wholly dependent as I am upon contributions from my two stepsons.

I also need to be living away from society ─ the throngs of people everywhere around me. And the majority are South Asian, which further causes me strain.

I need the natural world around me; and I need to be able to set foot out of my door and have Nature right there with no neighbours privy to each time I do open that door.

In addition, I need fitness equipment to steadily train with, and the privacy to do so. A better diet would also be a boon.

But this is never going to happen by God's hand. I am not worth it. That is all I can conclude. I have only made it this far in life by coincidence following coincidence.

But back to this morning, I was chagrined to get some sleep and then peek at the time to discover it to be 10 a.m. My brother was likely watching T.V., and had been for some while.

I soon enough joined him, and got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work. My choice was the second video (1:37:37) in a series of four videos recently uploaded to Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: The Matrix Revealed: The Illusion of Choice Part 2a: Peeling Back The Layers – Exoteric Deceptions.

In this monocast, Scott drills down the layers of the Matrix and how the Matrix is used to deceive and keep us participating in Satan’s game.

I am finding the series to be provocative, but evidently my brother is less intrigued. In fact, he so much preferred getting away to drink beer and play pool that he headed off soon after 11:30 a.m. without any bed rest ─ and he had been laundering earlier, so had already enacted gaps in the video. I might estimate that he skipped out on at least the final 10 minutes of the video.

This sort of thing makes me all the more desirous of being away from my debtor's prison that is our home here in congested Surrey.

Anyway, he has shown up unexpectedly early this evening ─ 7:10 p.m. at latest. But I have plans for an early a.m. walk, so I will not be sitting up this evening watching shows with him.

I am feeling distinctly sick of myself, I must say.

I have had an early supper even though it was well ahead of sundown ─ which is my Sabbath fast commencement that will take me through to the advent of dark tomorrow.

My wife had come home late last evening following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. We had very little interaction today ─ just once it was, when she enquired of me (soon after my early afternoon nap) whether I had yet eaten, which I had not. She then put a dish of green Thai curry to warm on the stove for me.

There had not even been a "good morning" earlier in the day; and she left without a word shortly after 3 p.m. for her scheduled latter day work session at the restaurant (4:30 - 9 p.m.). I will be in bed before she is home this evening.

I confess that my gloom and self-disgust made me wish to not have interaction, for I feel unclean. But it certainly is no help that she and I are both the sort who clam up and become silent with one another, rather than talk anything out.

A sorry match-up, that.

The day was overcast until maybe mid-afternoon, so I will likely have very dry conditions when I head out on my five-mile+ walk is I get to bed early enough to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to slowly ready for the venture.

Enough blogging for today. Maybe I will have a Cariboo Malt, if not two.