The Bad Place

If I did not mention it late in yesterday's post, I failed to have my allotted bath that afternoon due to my sordid preoccupation, so now I am obliged to have it today and will thus only have a three-day break ere my next allotted bath.

I hate the time these things take!

Despite the glass tumbler of red wine I drank last evening following two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and twice rising overnight in response to micturition, I was able to properly respond to the 3 a.m. setting of my cellphone alarm. As I recall, I had managed to get to bed the evening prior a little before 10 p.m.

But I still felt bloody underslept.

Whatever happened to the old days when I would rise in full eagerness to confront my planned active outings? I no longer even recall what that felt like.

I was of course going to make the 1½-mile or so round trip hike to work my bad right leg, and to exercise at the children's playground of the targeted elementary school. But I was also going to mail an ill-affordable cheque for $130 to participate in the current BC Children's Hospital Foundation Dream Lottery.

This is my only hope of getting out of my current imprisonment that has become my life here where I live in Surrey. Even if I just won an 'early bird' cash prize, at least it would allow me to erase the monstrous credit card debt that I weakly allowed my wife to create and then dump onto me. This would afford me far more flexibility to ease me from much of what is constantly threatening me.

Unfortunately the first such prize (and it's for $50,000) has a sales deadline of August 22, so I see no possibility that my cheque and entry form will arrive and get processed by then. However, the next sales deadline is September 5, so I ought to be safe for entry there.

It's awful living with such ongoing desperation.

Anyway, I had my exercise at the school ─ the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with a 30-count between sets: first two sets of pull-ups (seven and two repetitions); then two sets of chin-ups (three repetitions in each set); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of nigh stationary half-rings (two repetitions in each set).

Then over at a bar after another 30-count I managed a dead hang of a 90-count ─ my longest yet anywhere.

I finished up with 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp, but by the time I tackled that, likely a couple minutes had passed since the dead hang.

Back home, as a consequence of not having eaten since midday yesterday, I opted to fry up a couple of eggs in coconut oil and ghee, along with some raw ginger and a couple garlic cloves; and I ate that along with a couple of small slices of extremely dark rye bread. I also had a few cherries and an apple.

I chose not to water the front yard flowers because I wanted to get back to bed and it was approaching 6:30 a.m. once I had eaten. The watering chore seems to take 45 minutes  or more, although I have never timed it.

So back to bed I went, gaining a little more sleep. I don't clearly recall now, but it was probably after 8 a.m. when I rose for the morning. I think that I had heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom ahead of 8 a.m.

After joining him around 9 a.m. and soon enough getting his okay to begin operating our Android TV Box, I started with a 22-minute (22:42) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Carney Not There, Doesn't Care! Canadian PM White House Snub.

Then it was Supernatural ─ episode nine ("The Bad Place") of season 13.

We finished up with more of the two-hour movie we began yesterday, but there are still maybe 28 minutes of it remaining (my brother needed his bed rest), so I shall again withhold identifying it. Tomorrow I shall, I expect.

I suppose I was to bed for my afternoon nap for a bit over an hour. The afternoon was not sunny enough for my liking where sunning is concerned, so today has been a fifth consecutive day without the exposure.

Okay, it is presently 5:45 p.m. and I am going to have that damned long bath. I have already had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. Once I am done with the bath, I will round up a little supper; and once it is eaten, I will watch a show or two here on my bedside computer while enjoying as many beers.

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Stripped down for my bath, I was pleased to discover that at most I weighed 174 pounds ─ I nearly do not understand that turnout. Perhaps having eaten but once yesterday ─ and early; and then a reasonable breakfast today?

I may have finished my bath just ahead of my brother's drunken homecoming from his daily social drinking somewhere. I supposed that he may have shown up as early as 6:45 p.m. for Bev to enjoy.

My first show was Westworld ─ the series and season four finale episode eight ("Que Será, Será").

Sure, it had loads of dramatic and bloody violence. But nobody mattered to me. No one was original ─ just copies of supposed recorded programming.

This episode was a 'nothing sandwich'. A lot of airy verbiage in monologues and dialogues by various characters that ultimately were nonsense and entirely unrelated to the world I am aware of, for there actually really is a God.

I wonder what I will replace the series with? 

I'm glad the series is finally done. I want characters that are realistic and whom I can identify with. That world could have completely died out and it would not matter to me. It was blatant fiction.

Regardless, my source was this GOOJARA.to link which lists the entire video as having been pretty close to an hour long (58:54).

Successfully wasting time as ever I manage to do, I ultimately found myself with no further time to watch aught more. Well it was that I had managed the two cans of beer that I did.

Right now it is 9:47 p.m., so I am going to start shutting things down. I would like to get up at 3 a.m. again for another walk to the elementary school playground, but we shall see.

If only I could get to bed by 9:30 p.m. and have peace and quiet in this infernal South Asian neighbourhood, but that will never happen.