Nap Attack

1945h
I am still wiped out from the three hour nap this afternoon, all part of the scripted mind-fuck games. This followed a First Feral Family luncheon after my out-of-town brother's tin man triathalon completion. He won the Clydesdale class, for those over 200 lb. And his wife and daughter were there, and the latter put up quite a show of defiance, as both parents are slack on the follow through. Even I got into parenting when she pointed her finger 2" from my daughter's (19 y.o.) eye. I suppose that too was scripted and any consternation on my part was generated as the assholes usually blank me out from knowing that every move is scripted. I am not allowed to know the prominent causal agency of many, if not most of, the events that occur around me.

There were some of the musical chair games, sans music. This is where they take turns sitting in different chairs around me. My in-town brother was opposite me in his brown jacket, then when others came he sat beside me. After her turn at musical chairs, my sister-on-law (E. Indian) sat on my other side. My daughter was opposite, and it seems that the strategy of having me come first with my in-town brother was to keep me in one place, while the rest of them slowly filled in, moving chairs as part of the process.

Other hokey shit was a group photo at the doorway just before leaving, courtesy of the blonde waitress. This semi-chaos was augmented by new customers wandering through, or at least stopping at the doorway, unsure about proceeding. Regular readers will know the perps are totally beserk in being able to remotely detect changes as one egresses buildings, and even rooms. Hence, heavy gangstalker action at the local supermarket each time I enter or exit or both in one visitation.

Once I got back, I was given the sleepy jerkarounds when online, and laid down for a nap that ended up being three hours. Quite the jerkaround it was, as I wasn't shy on sleep. I had a 10 hour sleep last night, but with a few interuptions which were handled in a unique way. They woke me up and had me yell at them after a few minutes, and then I fell asleep, some three times. Perhaps having me vocalize at all times of the night is the latest perp angle on harassment/study.

Other excitement has been minimal; keeping me in on the hot days of late isn't such a bad idea as long as they don't crank up the heat in this apartment, which is usually the case. Even at 0800h this morning, with this apartment in the shade from the opposite (E. ward) residence tower, the perps cranked up the Pseudosweats such that I was dripping at breakfast. After my shower, shave and dentaly hygeine routine, they kept up the Pseudosweats and eventually, using the towel erupted in a blood stain from this one location on my forehead called a "perma-wound". It never scabs, and just unloads blood at the specified time, the last use of the towel, one I put out this morning for the first time. So..., two towels down, one used for 6 days, and one used for 30 minutes were in the laundry with some other items. These towels are still assigned linting capabilities, and I cannot launder just any garments with them. Anyhow, my laundering knowledge was screwed with such that I "forgot" the clothes had finished the washing machine cycle, until my in-town brother phoned on his way to pick me up. The perps made sure I "remembered" to pick up my laundry from the dryer when I returned from the luncheon, as I exited from the elevator. No laundry stealings or trashings this time. I ended up spending some 30 min. waiting at my brother's place before setting off for the luncheon. He had some lawnmowing to finish up on, and I suppose it may have served the perp's noise and EM assault puposes, as this is a very common "eruption" at this time of year. I read the newspaper while there, and this activity seems to be interest for the perps, their paper fixation. Hence the gangstalkers packing around papers, and even the ludicrous book reading while they are walking along. I had never seen this bullshit until the apartment assault that started this insane harassment fuckover in 04-2002.

My in-town brother's neighbor was out front, and he put on a shirtless display of his full back tattoos, more of this particular fugliness that gets arranged for me to see. I wonder if that was the reason he was selected to live next door, or was it affording a $500,000 down-to-the-framing renovation that went on for nearly a year. These heavy duty renovations have a way of following me around town. My 2003-4 residence had an adjacent house renovated in this manner. And too, soil exposures and digging also fit into the perp plans, and both houses had their perimeter drains dug up as well.

2215h
Pictures time, to continue through the recent upload.

Taken 07-01-2009. My desk/bookcase is slowly taking a list by leaning away from the wall. I never had self-leaning furniture before, even if it is Ikea. The perps like to pull things away from the walls that are ordinarily placed there; my bed at the parent's place, and then when temporarily storing my items at my brother's place.





















Parked in file left to right, a silver-grey vehicle, a red vehicle behind the tree, a red vehicle and a deep silver-grey vehicle. The latter is one of those Mecedes C series, their $42k small car. For some reason the perps have been chasing me with this model, one I hadn't seen or noticed before. They even put one on the lot of the Japanese car dealership I worked at until 2 days ago. And a mobile silver-grey vehicle on the right, headed in the opposite direction to the parked file.












Taken 07-04-2009, 1819h 26sec. More grey car action passing through, a deeper grey, and a blue vehicle entering from the right, mostly behind the tree.












Taken 07-04-2009, 1819h 29sec. A nice little stack of mid-grey metallic finish vehicles, two in motion and one parked. The above blue vehicle is again behind a tree, but the one in mid-picture.














Taken 07-04-2009, 1819h 34sec. The scene is "settled down" and now the ambulatory gangstalker comes to walk through the path of the above passing vehicles, all the same color. The fugly green coat might have something to do with this, as silver-grey is one of the perps' favorite reference colors.












2245h
Time to call this finished and post it.