I continue to weakly wrestle with my lustful dopamine addiction, ending yesterday by failing to get to bed ─ with some desperation ─ until after 11 p.m. Nonetheless, I did set my alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up for my appointed five-mile+ walk.
When that hour arrived, I was fortunate in that I did not feel anywhere as ill slept as I had feared I would.
It was 2:42 a.m. once I was finally outside and set to be on my way, weighing 190 pounds fully clothed. The sky was seemingly clear, and the night air still remarkably cool for this late into the year.
However, when I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here for some exercise, all of the equipment was dry. I managed the same numbers of repetitions as two nights ago in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 5-2-3-2-2-2.
And the final pull-up on a set of gymnastics-style rings was held for a 20 count.
Then I undertook 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement doorway ramp.
It was all most invigorating.
Nothing else about the walk comes to mind, and I was back home by 4:40 a.m., so I made good time.
Even so, I squandered it by courting disaster instead of retiring sensibly to bed ahead of 6 a.m., finally breaking free of the madness well past 7 a.m. Yet I rose for the morning around 8:30 a.m. or soon after.
My younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:45 a.m., but I waited until just past 9 a.m. before joining him for some T.V., putting our Android TV Box to work once invited to.
I led us off with a 20-minute (20:03) video published April 28 of last year to Rumble's Scotty mar10 channel: Suzie Q / When the Shit Goes Down.
The songs are by Creedence Clearwater Revival - Suzie Q / Cypress Hill - When the Shit Goes Down
The description and title are not clear in the least ─ the video's focus was that Seal Team Six was probably exterminated so that none of them could ever reveal the truth about Osama bin Laden. What truth? Watch the video and see.
The only other video we were to watch was nearly 2½ hours (2:28:09); it was Odessa Orlewicz's published yesterday: The Meteoric RISE of God's Money & The IMF JUST Warned Of Banking Collapse.
The IMF JUST warned of banking collapse and bank runs right after I taped this interview due to "cyber attack worries." Funny coincidence. Interview with professionals Warren Keane, Bryce Wade, And Adrian Spitters about Trudeau and Freeland's 2024 "budget" and the Liberal government's aim to steal Canadians wealth, to put it in their pockets, to continue to grow/bloat the size of government (like in China) that will pay administrators to make sure you are following their rules. Protect yourself by knowing how to stay outside of a manipulated system. Enjoy some great conversation with some smart guys!
But what can someone possibly do who has absolutely no left-over cash to even buy a little silver? Someone who is only making it from month to month because he has two live-at-home working adult stepsons who contribute towards the mortgage and annual expenses like municipal / city utilities, home insurance, and property taxes?
There is no free money for buying even small amounts of silver, let alone any gold.
The interview was extremely good, but only depressing because the solution for protection is not feasible for me.
My brother bowed out with something over 15 minutes remaining, seeking some very little bed rest before readying and leaving for the day to socialize.
I succumbed to my addiction until a bit after 3:30 p.m. before seeking my needed nap, not getting quite an hour in bed, if I reckon this right.
But this has now been the fourth interlude in two days in which I have danced on the precipice. God must help in a recognizable fashion ere it once again is too late for me.
With my eldest stepson working a 12-hour graveyard shift that does not begin until 6 p.m., even had I felt up to doing any sunning, I likely would not have. I've wasted too much time in sordid fashion. Besides, there seemed to be considerable cloud floating about.
And early in the evening I heard that some rain is due tomorrow, and more showers on Thursday, so I will not be sunning anytime too soon.
That apart, my overall low mood ebb was such that I yenned for some drinking and a Christmas movie. Unfortunately, this was not possible under my current schedule, for I planned an evening long walk of some description so that I could remain up late this evening to watch some T.V. with my brother and have a couple or so Cariboo Malts, and not have to have an early a.m. walk.
What I settled upon was a Cariboo Malt and a cider (6% alcohol) while watching DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ the premiere episode ("The Bullet Blondes") of the seventh and final season.
I have grown to love the series ─ especially the exceptionally beautiful women in the cast. So the episode was a superb substitute for a Christmas movie, I suppose, since I fully immersed myself into it.
I don't even mind the Lesbian relationship between Sara and Ava, for there is ever little actual sexual display.
Okay, it's after 8 p.m., so I have to get ready and get away on that walk.
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