Once my younger brother had gotten home last evening, I was to learn that his girlfriend Bev had still not applied for social assistance. When he drove the two miles to her home to pick her up for the second time that day to both get banking information where she banks, and then to take that information to wherever it is that she was to finish her social assistance application, the lineups were worse than they had been the first time when she had balked.
So they determined they would try again very early this morning, arriving at the bank just before it opened.
Anyway, with him home last evening, it was time for me to start working our Android TV Box and beginning on the first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
I tuned in A Touch of Frost ─ episode three ("Held in Trust") of season or series 10.
It was extremely interesting, and of course long, leaving us no time for anything else but a sitcom because my brother wanted to get up early and to be able to start his van with its mandated ignition interlock device.
I think he's into his fourth of six months with that thing installed; and it is why he buses away in the afternoons to do his daily social drinking.
The sitcom I tuned in was My Family ─ finale episode 13 ("Breakable") of season or series two. The episodes can be a hoot indeed!
My brother dutifully retired to his bedroom for the night once the show was finished. By then I had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).
I was feeling unpleasantly randy, so I decided that it would be best to divert my attention and imaginings by sitting up watching a Christmas movie instead of sitting up in licentious preoccupation watching other fare.
My movie choice was 2017's The Perfect Christmas Present. I fast found myself attracted to lead actress Tara Holt, who sounded to me so very much like actress Jes Macallan of DC's Legends of Tomorrow that I half wondered if it might actually be a younger her, but I knew the movie was not old enough for that to be possible ─ although Tara turned 36 in February, while Jes turned 42 this past August, there is not exactly a vast difference in their ages.
I very much got into this movie, and even shed tears at times. I would happily watch it again some day ─ Tara was superb.
If interested, the movie is presently available at this 123Movies link.
Alas, I had some sort of meal during the movie, and I cannot recall what it was that I might have eaten. I also drank two further cans of Cariboo Malt, and I think that I also had at least one shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol).
I do not know when I finally got to bed, but it was not before making a Facebook post at 5:24 a.m.
Since it was just past 9 a.m. when I checked the time this morning and hurriedly rose, you might well imagine that I was not feeling 'on top of the world', and you would be accurate about that. The boozing was bad enough, but whatever my small meal was only served to assist in the system dehydration marking my hangover.
I found my poor harried brother still home, fretting on whether he should help himself to my eldest stepson's car, for it seems that when my brother attempted to drive off, that damned interlock ignition device failed.
Every failure is recorded, and I believe each one is something like a $48 fine.
I don't know how long he had been up, trying to allow his breath to 'purify'. But anon he tried once more, and his van started.
It was well past 11 a.m. when he came back home. The trip had been for naught ─ Bev was feeling too unwell to go anywhere. So my brother ran some errands and also checked out her bank (just three customers in a lineup) as well as the social services offices where he did find a bit of a lineup, but not to the same degree as the two times he and Bev had checked yesterday.
He was going to go back in the early afternoon today to fetch Bev and give it yet another go. I have no idea how that turned out, for I badly needed my nap and was in bed during the noon hour and remained there until after mid-afternoon, I believe ─ maybe even after 4 p.m.
Fortunately, I was able to largely recover.
But not totally.
As the late afternoon faded into darkness, I began feeling rather uneasy ─ anxious. I wanted to watch another Christmas movie and have a couple of drinks. But I also needed some supper, for I had eaten nothing since before going to bed following watching The Perfect Christmas Present before daybreak.
Once again, I resorted to the web for a source, and this time I watched 2017's Finding Santa.
I recognized that I was not as recovered from last night as I had thought, for my appetite was abridged. And so along with a dozen nutritional supplements in pill, capsule, and gel form, I ate a meagre enough supper comprised of a can of sardines, a hunk of extra old cheddar cheese, and some yogurt during the earliest part of the movie, and eased through the first of two cans of Cariboo Malt ─ the first was a little tough to get down.
I thought that I might have to add a shot of rum to the consumption, but the beers served to carry me through the movie.
I needed to use two sources, first starting off with this OK.ru link. Unfortunately, it proved to be too 'choppy' for my linking, so I found myself relying more upon this LookMovie2.la link. It ran far more smoothly, but it also had a few brief snags or stuttering stalls.
Nevertheless, I was able to fully enjoy the movie, and found myself very emotional at times.
The lead actress was unfamiliar to me, despite her lengthy acting credits extending back to 1987. She ─ Jodie Sweetin ─ turned 42 this past January.
I liked her, and did find myself drawn to her physically ─ she had quite the luscious physique!
What I didn't expect was that the actor playing the leading man would be very well known to me, for I watch the T.V. series The Rookie ─ it was supporting actor Eric Winter.
I didn't enjoy the movie quite as much as I think I did The Perfect Christmas Present, but I was in a 'worse place' when I watched that earlier movie. I needed the earlier movie more.
I have no walks planned tomorrow, except for the evening, so I do not need to rise too early in the a.m. Still, it would be good to get in some exercising in the backyard tool shed as soon as it is light enough for me to see in there. Thus, I will likely be setting my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m.
I have only just now remembered that this is a bath day, so I am going to deal with that chore ─ this post must be ended here at 9:18 p.m.
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