Eyeglasses Customization Screw Up Pondering

1410h
I phoned the ever helpful woman at the optician's to say that I cannot stand to wear my newly modified eyeglasses, having cable temples put on them. I had a look in the mirror last night, and the assholes put them nearly two inches in front of where the optician marked them, and she also supplied measurement distances from the lens to my ear (front, top, back). She is still doing the investigative work, and it is likely that I won't be wearing them again until I get new temples; either special order longer ones, and/or straightening out the Fuckwit who modified my glasses correctly, but in the wrong place and ignored all the supplied measurements.

Which begs the question; I wore them for a total of 9 hours yesterday, and now have my old glasses back on. So... was this fuckover stunt of customized temple cables, some four months in the making since I purchased the new eyeglasses and frames that slipped all the time with too-short stock temples, all for 9 hours of wearing too tight glasses? Probably, as they don't consider efficiencies or any other economic parameter in messing up someone's belongings/life. I recall in late 2002 they broke a hinge on my old eyeglasses, an "overnight event" just to make sure I knew it was them, and I had to get the front frame replaced which was of a slightly different color/metal finish than the temples. So it would seem that this present stunt of making my new eyeglasses unwearable by a wilfully botched modification is simply a repeat of ensuring that all original pieces of the victim's (me) eyeglasses (two temples, front frame) aren't allowed to be retained together like for anyone else, but must be sabotaged in some way to ensure some components are replaced. It is all too consistent, though the explanation as to why organized and forever meddling Fuckwits would want to do this in the first place, twice in succession, is still a mystery.

Back to the old eyeglasses again, even if they did get browned by some mysterious means in their four months of storage in my drawer. And also of interest, no one who knows the old pair has said anything about how they magically became colored brown. As in don't want to go there, because it opens up the topic of getting constantly sabotaged by malevolent entities with action-at-a-distance technologies, and we cannot have that can we? This ongoing game of pretend that keeps following me is all the more obvious.

And the perps seemed to have been especially excited this morning to get me rage-fied at breakfast; it was peanut butter and jam (itself undergoing extra rapid overnight depletion) on the first slice of bread in the plastic bag wrapped loaf. And the assholes even messed with the bread tag that pinches the plastic bag together to make for extra rage-ification and involvement of the kitchen knife to open it. I have had many similar timings of the past; the perps go beserk over the first slice of bread of a new loaf, and get me fully rage-fied with provocations. And too, they made sure the slice was extra thin today. That is how life under the Thought and Action Gestapo is these days; there is something (suspected energy interaction) they don't know about packaging plastics and they have decided that I am to be the nonconsensual human experimentation subject for determing just what it is. Not my problem, so why am I involved in this depraved bullshit, 24x7?

That won't stop the "bread stalking", the absurd gangstalkers walking around with a freaking loaf of bread and or else parking a loaf at the street corner for me to pass by. I get two of these a month, so I am wondering what is the next dumbshit stunt with bread that I am to be exposed to?

More weird dreams this morning, another form of mind invasion as the dream's complexity and realness is unlike before overt harassment began in 2002. And as mentioned in past posts, they have the ability to defeat my autonomic dream bail-out abilities, where I would awaken if the dreams got too weird. Now, they can keep me in a repulsive dream for as long as they want.

2040h
I did the cleaning job at the car dealership; no major jerkarounds, though the staff seemed extra hyper, and the friendly guy/staff member from Sales "needed" to come through the Service section when I was cleaning it up and running the vacuum cleaner on the doorway carpet, exiting a white pickup truck outside. The lingering Service guy looked especially emancipated with a close cropped haircut, though not to the level of skinhead. The boss man does his usual switcheroo, saying he needs me to do dust mopping tonight (for the first time), and then does it all himself while I was vacuuming when the coordination plan was all worked out. I have given up on attempting to understand what the perps get out of this, the promise, but not deliver stunt, even if my keeness/let down level is minimal.

I notice that the new tire sets (four) in the Service garage are getting plenty of reshuffling day to day; just sitting in a stack for weeks, often with one tire moved about each day. And too, a nice wide swath of red paint over the treads and sidewalls for one new set. I have had plenty of extra accelerated tire wear in my car ownerhip days, so the ongoing tire/rubber obsession of the perps doesn't surprise me too much.

I got screwed out of getting all the items I needed at the LD store last night, and so I went back there again, all to great numbers of gangstalkers all over the place. And always stationed at the places I go to in advance. I had my gangstalkers doing reprises, keep coming back in different store locations. Usually, if I avoid following a gangstalker and take an alternate route, the fucker goes parallel and "pops up" again at the end of the aisles. One Fuckwit gangstalker was doing this with a 10' section of white PVC in Home Depot two days ago, and then he paralleled me in the next aisle, arriving just as I was ready to scram, all to "force me" to take yet another alternate route.

There is supposed to be an election in this province May 12, and no election signs have been erected. This is another WTF; all those colors and plastics erected all over town, and yet the perps seem to be deferring on this front. I have mentioned in past blogs that the perps have an all consuming obsession over presenting plastics to me, or in my proximity, and especially different kinds together, say, polyethelyne and carbonates. So... it stands to reason that they would like the plastic (usually) election signs to be out, especially with all those colors, and not a one yet. I see that I didn't get a voters card, so no doubt they don't want me to vote, not unlike the last election where I "forgot" to vote on the last day.

Here is a new term, which describes my orchestrated life in succint terms; Lame Idiotic Explanation (L.I.E.).

2250h
Time to call this one done for the day, dull as it has been.