Sleep On

2020h
A strange day, the enforced sleep regimen being a big part of it. I got up early to go berry picking (0700h), but when I got there, the forman said no more picking crew, he is going to use the Mexicans. Back down to the main drag in rural-dom, and there was a bus within 10 minutes, along with the procession of color coordinated gangstalker vehicles coursing by. And lo, if they didn't have two negros on the bus, supposed pals on opposite sides, both leaning into the aisle, taking a full bench seat each. One in a red shirt, the other in a white shirt. They eventually got off the bus together after some 20 min. of ride time, a near record for negroes as they once had them get off within a few stops once I was onboard. I was back in downtown at 0800h, and napped away to recover from the morning getup time of 0445h.

As mentioned in recent past blog postings, I seem to be under the spell of a "stealth flu" where I am sandbagged with a surfeit of sleep. As of yesterday, I was feeling better and didn't nap during the daytime. But this early morning venture (above) seemed to trigger off a whole whack of napping for the rest of the day. One post-lunch nap was over 4.5 hours and landed me almost late to start the part time cleaning job at the car dealership. I got there by 1755h before they closed and began the cleaning routine. It is still curious as to why I need to nap so heavily, and that I am running a temperature. I see the doctor in two days, and if there isn't anything definite, I might start my anti-flu regimen; echinacia, vitamin C & D, and some zinc losenges. That should rev up my immune system and end this dumbshit sleep-bound state I am in.

Chances are the napping is all about the perps arranging sleep recovery mode at differing times of the day, and immediately before specific tasks, e.g. the cleaning job.

2145h
More awake time, but not without the yawning that seems to be independently operating. Some outside banter heard through the earmuffs then prompted a round of closing the window and keeping the earmuffs on, so far successful. I haven't figured out the perps' arrangements over open and closed windows, but it is decidedly scripted, even if I am not in the apartment. In the 2005-2006 days of car ownership and hiking some 2 to 3 times per week, the perps constantly screwed me out of remembering to open the window before setting off, as it it was my intention to have fresh air circulating in the apartment. And of course the window was closed on account of outside noise getting too loud, or perhaps a specific noise was annoying, eg. street shouting. Each time I came back from hikes, some 3 to 4 hours duration, the apartment was stuffy, and I opened the windows only then. But it constantly pissed me off that I wasn't allowed to open the windows before I set off, and the assholes never relented on that one. In the pre-overt harassment years of 1999 to 2002, I noticed my apartment in Everett WA had windows that seemed to have closed by themselves; I had left them open, and when I came back from work, they were closed. I could never figure out why this was happening until of course the assholes went overt and began to show me their tricks like remotely applied manipulations. What the deal is about the perps' interest with open or closed windows, beyond exploiting the the former for noise increases, is not known to me. All I am doing is mentioning an aspect of this infernal prision that is highly managed, despite the minimal effort I devote to the state of the windows.

Though regular readers and TI's will know that the perps are obsessed over the state/concept of "closed" or "open", as it applies to doors, windows, business hours etc. I am routinely noisestalked when these events come up, and this has been the case since at least 2004 when their noisestalking agenda was unfolding. Another corollary is the state/concept of something being "locked" or "unlocked"; the perps cannot get enough fuckery done in a day over whether I locked the door or not. In the overt and refugee days of harassment in 2002, I noted that Ms. C of the story had her deadbolt arranged 90 degrees from the usual; the normal (locked) horizontal position was unlocked, and the vertical position was locked. Each night she or I would set the door lock (to vertical) before going to bed, and lo, if the front door deadbolt wasn't turned 90 degrees (horizontal) to be open first thing in the morning. Someone had turned it in the night, and it wasn't either of us.

TI's will also know that the perps like to switch the hot water and cold water sides of faucets; normally the hot is on the left, and the cold on the right, but for them, that isn't good enough. Naturally, my mother's place has one bathroom faucet plumbed backwards, and she never wants to get it fixed, even if the bathroom counter was pulled out because the acrylic countertop was splitting up. That kind of bullshit drives me to distraction and I would personally fix it before long if it wer in my own place. I wonder if many of my intolerances for mechanic impaired operation stem from being exposed to such events during the brain-wipe years when aged 2 to 5 (1956 to 1959). So very little recall from then, only a smattering of Montreal when 2 y.o. And no recall whatsoever, or any family mention of being there two years later as it shows in one family photograph. So what in the fuck are they hiding from me?

As always, I "forget" to ask those kinds of questions in the right circumstances, and the mysteries are sustained. Only the daily freakshow is a reminder of likely traumatizations at that time, the ones they couldn't wipe from recall, but without express recollections.

All too fascinating, if not circular, so it is time to call this one done for the day and end this posting.