😈No Gospel👹

It may have been as late as 11:15 p.m. before I got to bed last evening; and before I was asleep, I heard my wife come into the house, for she spoke briefly with my brother ─ Bev had already gotten plastered on her white wine and gone to bed by then.

My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m.; and although I had conscious periods, at least I do not recall being as miserable as I had been the previous couple of nights.

I rose to see that my youngest stepson has yet again remained up all night, but it's his life to live.

The plan was to visit the Berezan liquor store a half mile away once it had opened at 8 a.m. Fortunately, my resolve held, and it was probably 8 a.m. when I at last got on my way. The morning sky was clear, but there was plenty of frost out there. By this time my stepson had gone to bed.

And now I once more have a beer supply, for I bought two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I also bought a 750-ml (25.36 ounces) bottle of Dewar's Caribbean Smooth Blended Scotch Whisky as part of my Christmas gift for my younger brother. The full bill came to $90.20, and I paid in cash.

No one else was yet up when I got home, although my brother did emerge from his bedroom just as I got to mine to put away my purchases and begin dressing down ─ I hadn't even turned on my bedroom light when he came forth from his bedroom to watch TV news and start on some instant coffee.

I joined him a little past 9 a.m., and quickly enough got his invitation to begin operation of our Android TV Box, so I started us off with a nine-minute (9:38) video uploaded yesterday ─ but recorded November 25 ─ to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "The Beebs" -- Justin Beber Gets Grilled at Ethics Committee!

I had doubts about the next video due to its length of two hours (1:59:57). It had been published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Birth Rates Drastically TANKING Worldwide. See How They Are Preparing Behind The Scenes.

Governments, The IMF, OECD, and some economists are in talks NOW. They don't want to talk about this YET as it gets in the way of the current "OVERPOPULATION & CARBON" fear narrative which creates billions in revenues and more government control. Once that is set in place, but they need to extract more wealth for depopulation economic issues... we will finally start to hear about WHY they need to tax more. Find out here first, and watch an excellent documentary many have not seen.

Fortunately the video was not Odessa talking for two hours. I don't think she even spoke for eight minutes, then played the full 2023 documentary Birthgap.

I was impressed that my brother never made a disparaging comment despite there being some subtitling. I think that the various worldwide locations and interviews piqued his interest.

When it was over, I risked playing some more of the very good movie we had begun watching yesterday. But even though this morning we just got over the one-hour mark, there are still 50 minutes remaining ─ as usual, I had to suspend the movie so he could have some further bed rest.

I fixed up myself a meal of fare that had previously been provided by my wife, and was to bed for a nap before she had yet emerged from her bedroom.

After I rose, she was to ascertain that I had tried a fried rice dish that she had prepared last night after she had gotten home from work. I even got a goodbye from her when she left mid-afternoon on her rather long, sunny drive to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I think that she may have left just ahead of my brother, who of course was away to catch a bus so he could begin his daily social drinking.

This was a bath day for me, so for the second consecutive afternoon I have not had the usual light exercising I try to take advantage of when my wife's bedroom is vacant (mine is too cluttered and small).

Stripped naked for that bath, maybe I was a sliver or hair from hitting the 180-pound mark. The weight is creeping up, and it's that miserable never-ending accumulation of useless mass belting my midsection and just above my hips.

Right now it is 6:08 p.m. and I am breaking from this post to watch a couple of shows while enjoying two cans of that wonderful beer I lugged home this morning.

I won't be sitting up late because I want to rise at 3 a.m. for some exercise at the nearby elementary school playground.

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I tuned in The 100 ─ episode five ("The Gospel of Josephine") of season six. Now that was a show! Fabulous!

My source ─ after several failures, including some that listed the episode as being two minutes shorter than the source I finally used ─ was this Tvids.net link.

The episode likely ended ere quite 7:10 p.m., and as yet my brother was still away.

I next tuned in Titans ─ season one final episode 11 ("Dick Grayson"). Even though I suspected that the episode was some sort of dream sequence, I easily got myself surrendered into the intense drama. To be sure, I may have been drawn deeper into this episode than that of The 100, which is difficult to explain.

As gratitude for my source for The 100, once again I used a Tvids.to link. And no sooner was I typing that claim than I realized that the two sources are not identical: one is Tvids.net, the other Tvids.to.

Minka Kelly is such a dreamy, soothing actress ─ I cannot easily explain her effect on me.

Anyway, I'm glad I let the closing credits run through to conclusion, otherwise I would have missed that bit of appended footage of something coming next season.

I believe the episode ended just ahead of 8:10 p.m., and it is possible that my brother was by then home.

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Damn it. It is now after 11:30 p.m. and I succumbed yet again. I knew the failing was taking over during my bath, but I held off until after my two shows.

But can I get up at 3 a.m. now? The big question. What a wretch I am.