Bathroom Waterfall

1000
Sirens and ambulance for my visit to the bank to deposit a check and get coins for the laundy machines. The big event that I turned in an orange colored $50 and a $20 for the coins, as the sickos are intensely focussed on the color of my wallet contents these days. It had been in my wallet for a week, and is the first or second $50 bill I have had since 2003. The ATM's stopped giving me orange $50 bills since late 2003, and it has been green $20 bills mostly. The odd blue $5 and purple $10, the latter more prevalent of late. I gave the blonde teller a $50 and a $20 for $60 in quarters, and got a purple $10 in change. She gave them to me all at once, so I deferred the public wallet fumbling experience something the perps have always applied, and put the purple $10 in my pocket until I got back to my place. That might have been the reason for the siren show, a real ambulance with the flashing white and red lights, and not the typical noise only event. They had me covered with the noise when headed into the bank, while crossing the street, E. to W. and when I got out, the ambulance was in mid intersection while I was crossing S. to N.

And an Amazon order that was cancelled that I didn't order and cannot find a record for. And of course the ability to send a return query to a real person isn't availible. Just another of one of those things, har, har.

1320h
And if doesn't rain, it pours, as in literally. A stream of water has erupted from above the bathroom, coming in through the IR lamp housing and onto the counter and floor. Naturally, the management is "out", and only a phone message could be conveyed. I first heard the strange noise through my earmuffs I was wearing at the time. The timing was that I was reading about RA on another TI's blog, so I suppose the water leak was meant to end the reading activity about a topic that seems near and dear to the perp's interests. As for any involvement in RA when young, I have no idea, referencing the blanked out years aged 2 to 5 y.o. So right in my apartment, after months of water gurgling noises emanating from the bathroom, I get an overhead leak and all the noise variations that dripping water can make, and even some new ones. Awaiting the building manager, and the doubtless train of "renovators' that will ensue. Sabotage is not unexpected in this jerkaround life, and now the overhead rumbling noise has started up, situation normal, save the sopping towels and the laundry that will ensue. Maybe the management will come for tea time, as the brown food ingestion moments that are so important to them. Earlier at lunch, a real ambulance and siren noise eruption culminating at the moment I put a brown skinned, but green fleshed, kiwi fruit in my mouth, the first in some five days or so.

And heavy on the siren noise today, even hammering the noise through the hearing protective earmuffs I was wearing. And the counterpart, the back up beeper noise also "happening", going on for over fine minutes straight, as if any vehicle would be backing up for that long, especially around this built up neighborhood. Again, it was through the earmuffs, a newer tactic the perps have taken to increasing. And it is no surprise that I get same colored vehicles as the earmuffs when outside in short order.

1430h
Stupider and stupider. I finally get through to the building manager and he makes out that he was working in the suite upstairs doing a "hot water conversion" and a thread stripped and he got soaked to the ass, but "it should be OK now". Get this; he doesn't come downstairs to check out the damage, and nor does he deign to come up to check it out as the water came through a electrical fixture, a fan and IR lamp housing. He also said it was hot water from the supply line. Well guess what? It was cold water, it was tainted green like those things one can put in their toilet tank, and what the fuck is a "hot water conversion". And all that inanity aside, why would water come through the bathroom ceiling as the floor would be of impervious concrete? First the water would back up in the bathroom and leak out the door and then into the living room and into the hallway and into the carpeted living area. So the entire event was a staged abotage and the fuckers didn't make any bones about it. And I suspect it might of been toilet water, given the perrp's obsession over that particular plumbing fitting. Three towels later, which are now in the laundry, I am finally cleaned up from the mess the assholes visited upon me.

2210h
A substitute teacher for the Oracle DBA class tonight, and it turned into a quasi-anarchic state; he led an on-off-on demo on Oracle 11g flashback, the ability to reverse transactions, while others did the lab exercise by themselves. If my database instances hadn't taken so long to shutdown, inexplicably by conventional terms, I would of been able to catch an earlier bus by 30 minutes. So what to do with the extra time? Eat chocolate from a sliver-red mylar wrapping, a Kit Kat, and then watch the black dressed gangstalker tail my selection of the vending machine, and then tail me into the can. Then a 15 minute wait as the bus didn't leave early this time, while two Asians gibbered away in the bus shelter I was in, standing each side of the entrance, one of them constantly shifting his shoes a half inch off the ground and over a 1.5" wet splat that somehow arrived at his feet. Then a Caucasian woman came in a few minutes latera nd stood around when there was 6' of bench there. But she had to show off her ridiculous pink vinyl  purse and postion herself as almost standing over me. I should of bailed and stood outside, but the sickos have me frozen in the most trying circumstances if they so choose.

And lo, if the browners, the brown color packing gangstalkers didn't swarm around me while boarding the bus and when seated, as if the bus shelter clusterfuck wasn't good enough. I had the brown map tube bearing dude, the brown hoodie (worn by a negro just to rub in the gangstalking theme some more), brown skinned Asians in front of me, a brown leather jacketed Caucasian woman behind me by two rows and a brown Asian woman directly behind me. Brown in the Night, having "readied me" by having me eat a chocolate bar beforehand, and a black dressed Fuckwit tail on me, per above, before heading outside.

I don't know what the point of having a substitute teacher is for the perps, but it seems to be their hand at work, as they pulled this off last term for two classes. Tonight's substitute teacher was to teach only tonight, but he said he would be here Thursday as well. Like WTF; only three days ago it was to be one class, and suddenly it is two. And what is this bullshit about saying there is a class "tomorrow" when there isn't, and someone corrects the instructor. The perps have been playing up this notion of real classes for the rest of the class on some nights, and pretend ones when I am there, and now they feed this bullshit with overdoing "mistaken" references. The basic fact is that I don't have a clue as to how they manage the stunt classes with me, and what they do with the rest of the students other nights, and I don't really care if they have rehearsals or not. Maybe they don't nowadays with ever more tight mindfuck games, or maybe there are a few set ups to start with and that is it. Don't know, don't care. Though I still notice the glaze over and the gaze elsewhere when I am speaking to people, the new instructor being another case in point. I reckon these must be managed as it occurs too consistently to be otherwise. Again, I have no idea as to why these "gaze breaks" occur, but they have been going on for eight years almost.

Other bullshit on the bus tonight was having the gasoline tanker out making a delivery at 2100h along the bus route. This is part of the perp's petroleum obsession, making sure that I am covered at all hours by fuel tankers, be they carrying gasoline, diesel, heating oil, or even recycled motor oil. The perps tell me that crude oil has a brown cast to it, and that even the refined products have a brown color energy to them that they are studying, aka life raping me. I don't fucking care, just leave me the fuck alone and get your asses in here to explain why I have been hounded for close to eight years because some Fuckwit Psychopathic Confederacy has a fixation over the color brown and whatever associated trauma afflictions they applied to me when young and then attempted to cover up by deletion of my recall so I could get screwed again.

So, off to bed soon, and call this dull day done. I was to be rock wall building today, but my brother called it off as the mortar was too soft to work with. Neither of us has a clue as to building walls, apart from adding rocks with mortar, and doing the appropriate rock selection. Petrovoltaic rock games will have to wait for another few days it seems, as the sickos want more "fallow time" betwee rock work activity.