💀☠💀☠💀☠ Christmas Movie Actresses

Possibly my weakness soon took control because my younger brother had arrived home last evening at the unexpected hour of 8 p.m. at most, forcing me to shut down a Christmas movie I had been watching ─ a bit of a marathon of successive movies.

I had been drinking since my morning's first heavily spiked coffee.

By the time my brother's home arrival took place, I was half way through the 1.75-litre ─ which is a little more than 59 fluid ounces ─ bottle of Captain Morgan Dark Rum that my brother had gifted me for Christmas.

I was surprisingly durable, although memory has flagged concerning the movies I had enjoyed with so many tears.

I am presently fresh from one I began watching early this evening ─ 2018's Welcome to Christmas. I watched it on T.V. downstairs via one of the streaming apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. The movie was my enjoyable means of terminating my flawed (I drank long past dark yesterday, although I ate nothing further) Sabbath fast, and it ended today's drinking drought.

I have felt almost unbearable base today.

After my brother had arrived home last evening, I successively avoided his notice and was able to shut down everything on T.V. and spirit away my rum to the liquor cabinet, and he noticed nothing as I almost shadowed him up the stairs to our bedrooms where I secluded myself within mine.

I finished off the movie I had been watching ... and then sat up until sometime after 1 a.m. (as I recall) soliciting full corruption. However, at least I drank nothing further.

I heard my wife come home, but I remained hidden until fulfilling dissolution.

There came a point nigh 5 a.m. when I rose to use the toilet, but thereafter I was unable to relax into sleep. My conscience was in play, as likely was alcohol and caffeine withdrawal.

I did return to bed after getting up for 1 - 1½ hours, and managed to sleep anew for maybe 1½ hours, or a little more. By then it was well past 9 a.m., and I correctly identified that my brother was watching T.V., and so I joined him.

Anon he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in a previously downloaded video exceeding an hour (1:09:48) originally published November 22, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Psychology of Casey Anthony & the Death of Caylee.

Everything else will be Explained in the Video. Includes Archive Footage & Audio.

Caylee Marie Anthony (August 9, 2005 – 2008) was an American girl who lived in with her mother, Casey Anthony and her maternal grandparents, George and Cindy Anthony. On July 15, 2008, she was reported missing in a 9-1-1 call made by Cindy, who said she had not seen Caylee for 31 days and that Casey's car smelled like a dead body had been inside it. Cindy said Casey had given varied explanations as to Caylee's whereabouts before finally telling her that she had not seen Caylee for weeks. Casey lied to detectives, telling them Caylee had been kidnapped by a nanny on June 9, and that she had been trying to find her, too frightened to alert the authorities. She was charged with first-degree murder in October 2008 and pleaded not guilty.

This was very interesting!

We got into a second video that I had previously downloaded, but my brother requested breaking from it for further bed rest.

I was to pursue a nap awhile later, and managed good and needed sleep, rising to find that my wife was finally up for the day. She would be leaving on her rather long drive to start her scheduled latter day stint at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Oddly, I have never felt hungover today ─ just tired. But no worse so than I usually do on my Sabbath fasts.

I almost dreaded a nude weigh-in shortly after my wife left for work. Today was a bath day, so after stripping down, I dared the scales. Despite the holiday season thus far, I was only 176 pounds ─ perfectly normal of late on Sabbath weigh-ins. I could barely believe it.

The movie I watched afterwards ─ Welcome to Christmas ─ was a pure delight, and just the sort of Christmas movie I love best. Lead actress Jennifer Finnigan is a name familiar to me ─ I expect so from a previous Christmas movie or two that I have watched.

I guess she's cute enough to fall for in a romantic setting.

I have watched so many Christmas movies these past few days!

The one my brother interrupted yesterday evening was 2018's Jingle Around the Clock. The lead actress in that one was Brooke Nevin, whom I am also sure that I am familiar with from a previous Christmas movie or two.

However, I barely remember this movie due to how inebriated I was by that point. But Brooke sure is a cutie! Due to my faulty recollection, I was tempted to re-watch it this evening. To be honest, last evening I began drifting off due to drowsiness during the movies ─ such a damned waste.

My wife phoned me at one point to beseech yet more money from me ─ a $150 transfer. I can't keep this going. I've got to get away from her ─ or dispense with a cellphone so she cannot phone nor text me.

This undoubtedly had considerable to do with my later moral failure that kept me up so damned late.

Anyway, during Welcome to Christmas this evening, I put away two shots of rum and two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9 % alcohol), and I was left wanting for more.

I hope to get out early tomorrow for some grocery shopping, but I am unsure if my left foot can handle the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore. I've got to try and get back into more activity, and shirk the drinking and marathon Christmas movies.

Heck, there is a lot I do not recall about the second-to-last Christmas movie I watched yesterday ─ 2018's Reunited at Christmas. I know that lead actress Nikki DeLoach is vaguely familiar to me ─ again, probably from some previous Christmas movie. She's another actress cuter than heck. So was the actress portraying Nikki's sister ─ Lisa Durupt seems like I should know her from at least one previous Christmas movie, but nothing comes up for her with Blogger's "labels". Initially, I wondered if the two characters were being played by one actress ─ that is, that the sisters were supposed to be twins.

I've got to stop blogging and soon get to bed ─ it is already 9:49 p.m., and I want to rise at 4 a.m. to ease into going anywhere. I am feeling socially withdrawn ─ reclusive.

I hate this. If I lived alone, I would keep drinking this evening and watch more shows.