💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Poker House

The shame was in post-attendance of an afternoon sunning session beginning 3:35 p.m. that saw me exposed for an hour and 12 minutes. My wife was only scheduled to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she did not leave here until 3:25 p.m.

I considered not sunning at such a late point in the day, but today was flawlessly sunny whereas tomorrow is predicted to be a mix of Sun and cloud again, with some rain showing up in a couple or so days.

Due to my folly of the aforementioned shame that followed the sunning, I never had the spirit to handle any exercising.

I feel like excrement.

I got fairly oiled last evening. After drinking a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol), I made the 5.677-mile round trip hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods where I bought a dozen eggs, a 1.75-litre tub of Olympic Krema yogourt, six more cans of cider, and a 750-ml bottle of wine (St Hubertus: Gamay Noir).

I drank another can of cider on the walk back.

Then, maybe four blocks from home, I encountered a blondish, fairly long-haired, aggressively friendly cat, my first such encounter with a forwardly friendly feline in a number of years. It made me realize how fulfilling such a cat could be in the life of a lonely person.

It was clearly not starving, but I took one of my eggs and cracked it open, leaving it in the half-shell for the seemingly rather disinterested cat as I made my getaway.

By the way, it was my second long walk that day, and on neither of them did my lower left leg and foot go lame.

My brother was home and watching T.V. when I got back, but when I joined him not 10 minutes past 11 p.m., he was quick to invite me to put our Android TV Box into play.

We were to first watch Chicago Fire ─ the 10th season finale ("The Magnificent City of Chicago").

Then it was Chicago P.D. ─ the 10th season premiere ("Let It Bleed").

My brother had nothing left to handle watching anything more, so he retired to his bedroom for the night. My wife had come home from work during our T.V., but she smartly took off again for somewhere and was still away by the time I got to bed ─ I hope it was before 3 a.m. Whatever the case, I had added a further two cans of malt to my quota of brews consumed, so I was feeling a little rough this morning.

At some point after I had gotten asleep, my wife had come home and gone to her bed.

I rose this morning ahead of 8:30 a.m., and got possession of the T.V. shortly after 9 a.m. At 9:30 a.m., I began playing a video well in excess of 1¼ hours (1:23:55) published early today at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: ONLY ONE GOOD COP IN CANADA REST CORRUPT IGNORANT COWARDS.

Thursday June 6th 2024 Live Stream
Police are corrupt worldwide but Canada has ONE Good Cop
Canada is being destroyed from within and it is time we take these corrupt people down.
Christopher James again shows the the world the solution and power moving our courts
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They are people acting for service corporations involved in constructive fraud
Covid 19 was a lie.... the world must simply learn/know this...
The solution has been shown to the world once again...
The clock is ticking do all you can to bring said truths into the light.
God Bless and God Speed
Christopher

My brother finally made his appearance around 9:45 a.m.

Then I next played a 2008 movie that I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive: The Poker House. The movie turned out to be surprisingly good.

I had recorded it because it featured Jennifer Lawrence, who was around 18 years old, but playing a 14-year-old. The youngest of the three sisters was a darned cute Chloë Grace Moretz, who would have been around 11 years old, but playing an eight-year-old.

If you are at all interested, the movie is presently available at this OK.ru link.

My brother retired to his bedroom for some rest, and I also returned to mine for a very much needed nap ─ I didn't even eat.

My wife was up when I later rose. Anon, she was to take back the $500 she had repaid me several days ago ─ a bank sent a delinquent notice that arrived today for an account in the amount of $637.61, threatening action if the debt was not expunged by June 10.

Oh, gosh ─ it is nearing 9:45 p.m., and I want to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk, so I must be done with this post.