At latest, it was a little past 5:30 a.m. when I rose this morning, so I cancelled my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. I had been awake some while, and rose because I realized that my heartbeat was so damned rapid there was no way that I would ever reach a state of torpor allowing of sleep.
I have no idea why it was so accelerated ─ it was similar to the state one finds oneself in as a result of undergoing a hangover, but I drank no more than I usually do each evening.
It was surely something else.
Anyway, the morning plan was the half mile hobble to the nearest private liquor store (Berezan) primarily for a four-litre box of red wine. The store opens at 8 a.m., but I never managed to be on my way until just past 8 a.m. Thankfully it was overcast out.
I was to be disappointed in that of the four-litre boxes of red wine that I saw in stock, none were even as low as $40 ─ I think the cheapest might have been something over $43. The government liquor store is actually less expensive where their cheapest four-litre boxes of red wine are concerned, for with the two taxes now totalling 15%, calculating the actual cost is now easier than it used to be.
I usually buy Sommet Rouge as the cheapest, but I see online that it has risen to $35.99. Add the 10¢ deposit, and it's $36.09. Then with 15% tax, even rounded up to $5.42, the full price would be $41.51.
But the government liquor store has a sale on a Chilean wine called Vivo Reserva at a shelf price of $33.99. So $33.99 + 10¢ = $34.09 x 15% ($5.12 rounded up) = $39.21.
But I bought the cheapest Berezan box (Copper Moon Shiraz at 13% alcohol), as well as a half dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
All told, I think my bill came to $58.40. I stupidly gave $60 plus 40¢, got back $2 in change, and then guiltily dropped that into the tip jar.
I can't afford this! It's why I hate shopping for my booze anywhere but a government liquor store. But my brother fooled me by making his beer run yesterday even though he seemed to have eight cans of beer in his supply ─ I was certain that he would make the four-mile round trip drive today.
I'm actually quite depressed, for I've got some massive expenses coming up over the course of the next 90 days, and I cannot see myself getting through it.
My brother was watching T.V. when I got back with my drink, which I took upstairs here to my bedroom and bided time until a little past 9 a.m. before returning downstairs and joining him for our morning T.V.
At his invitation to fire up our R96 Plus Android 14 TV Box, I started us off with a 54-minute (54:13) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: The Silencing Of Canadian Police Who Seek Truth About Baby Deaths.
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Our next show was The Sinner ─ episode two of season two. It's getting creepy!
And we finished with the last half or so of the movie we had begun yesterday ─ 1948's The Amazing Mr. X. My source for it was published July 12, 2021, to Rumble's Classic Movies channel: The Amazing Mr. X (The Spiritualist, 1948) | Directed by Bernard Vorhaus - Full Movie.
The video quality was not only very poor, but the audio was so low that even the booster (Loudly app) that I used was at maximum and it was still often difficult to understand what was being spoken.
Even so, I love these old quaint films.
My brother returned to his bedroom for more rest after the movie, and I was to bed for my nap well into the noon hour.
My wife had a full workday today, by the way. She emerged from her bedroom around 9:35 a.m. to shower, and was away about a half hour later on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I was up again from my nap around 1:38 p.m., I believe. However, I seem to have rather wasted my afternoon thereafter.
At least I did have some light exercising after mid-afternoon in my wife's vacant bedroom.
Right now it is 6:48 p.m. and time for me to watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having a couple cans of beer (the 7.9% alcohol Cariboo Malt that I have in supply) and 12 or so ounces of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol).
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My evening started off with Smash ─ episode seven ("The Workshop") of the first season. My source was this TVSeries.video link.
It was good. It even allowed me a little of the emotional release I feel is necessary to try and reach God, but I am just too insignificant, and there are far, far too many of us for me to matter in the slightest.
The show and a can of beer were done by 7:51 p.m., and I was to hear my brother erupting into one of his ludicrous extended sneezing fits, roaring forth every 10-15 seconds for four or so minutes, so I knew he was downstairs sharing his magnificent drunken self with Bev, back from his essential daily social drinking.
My second beer was devoted to Profiler ─ episode six ("Modus Operandi") of the first season. My source was this 1Moviesz.to link.
It was definitely a divertingly interesting episode. I'm just glad that Sam's new love interest Nick Cooper was not killed, for I fear his episodes of involvement are to be limited. Two thus far.
Lead actress Ally Walker was a good-looking young woman! I only vaguely recall her, but thus far I essentially remember nothing of the episodes I have so far watched.
'Twas done by 8:53 p.m.
My third and final show ─ enjoyed with the red wine ─ was FBI. The series episodes are always good, so I knew I would find it gripping enough. But this one was almost fantastic!
It was the season seven finale episode 22 ("A New Day"). My source was this TVSeries.video link. My gosh!
Unfortunately in real life, the true powers behind the FBI and CIA and other intelligence agencies and departments are already controlled by dark Globalists.
But whatever, right?
The episode was done by 10:03 p.m.
I am going to brush my teeth and afterwards start wrapping up everything that I have going on here on my bedside computer, for it is presently 10:32 p.m.

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