Eyeglasses for a Week

0855h
While in bed, rounds of outside traffic noise from 0600  to 0700h when I got up, having me plug my ears with my fingers, then alternating cycles of semi-sleep with erections, aka meat aerials that would then dissapate in five or ten minutes. And somewhere in that collage of being half awake there were visions of meeting tigers and cougars and some kind of interaction with the animal trainer.

A big perp moment today, having me switch to my regular progressive lens glasses after 11 days with the old Rx and its problems of far sightedness. And altered visual reality, or more like, the excuse to fuck with my vision as to what I see, and sometimes in double vision "from" some kind of lens aberation, and also, my familiar friends of all those reflectance sources that routinely erupt on the lens surface to flit in my peripherial vision. Funny how that happens almost instantly with this pair of glasses.

The prior breakfast was duly disrupted- when cereals were made up, a sudden forced need to pee to leave them untouched on the table for a the time it took to get to the bathroom and back, the third time this week this has "happened". Then more outside traffic and beeping noise while having breakfast. The  faux neighbor started up his unerring ability to make rushing water (in pipes) noise when I was in the bathroom, two rounds of showering no less while I shaved and did my dental hygiene routine. The activity of shaving is of intense perp interest, and they have me shave my front as well, under the planted guise of vanity in not having any grey hairs. Though, most of the grey has gone from my head hair.

They nailed me for four lesions on my front that bled for two staunchings with the steptic pencil and washcloth to clean them. These are not from the razor as they are deep, odd shapes, occur painlessly and erupt without any apparent causal interaction of the razor. And besides, the blood that comes "from" these lesions is a very deep red color, and not from the skin region. After this extra adverse shaving it was off to the optician in the next block to get my new glasses, and lo, if there wasn't a string of gangstalkers out there, one doing the vagrant thing of stopping in mid-block to light a cigarette and pollute the air ahead of me; even if I hold my breath, "somehow" I end up smelling it.

They had the street cleaner out to clean the asphalt-curb interface, and had at least one puddle of apparent piss on the street, that somehow got tracked for 30' on my way back. They put on a parent and a two year old kiddy as well, this 0830h in lead-ahead gangstalking mode. The headlight beam was trained on my pathe there, and the guitarstalker was also on duty, the backpacking variant. The usual criss-crossing of Fuckwits before I got to the door of the optician. The blonde optician was in her usual beguiling and doting self, always a pleasure. I have not yet ever detected any tension and only a small amount of acting, and I often wonder does she know the script or not in advance as she is a natural.
Once I departed they had a freaking bread delivery, aka breadstalking; the Fuckwit was delivering on a dolly, using it as some kind of scooter, and making a 40' oblique crossing of the street as I walked by. Running with the bread might of been just as absurd, and given them their needed velocity in my proximity.This bullshit is getting so predictable.

1205h
While web surfing a thundering rumble with a coincident street shouting erupted when a certain pic was revealed when web browsing. both noises getting through the earmuffs I am wearing. Like how could this be imagined that two diverse noises coincided, and what does that pic mean to them? (The pic was from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and Jack Nicholson with the electrodes on either side of his head).

1440h
A  live chat with Newegg, and lo, if my phone (read, EMF emitting device at one's ear), didn't ring then for another reason altogether. There is something the perps want to know about the nature of conversing;, fast or slow, -e.g. email, live chat, face to face, and of course their variant, the other person looking away while conversing. Fucking absurd. The assumed new apartment manager said hello to me yesterday while looking elsewhere, he and his ballcap, almost the uniform of the poseurs sitting in the glass room off the lobby. The supposed Scottish woman cleaner was also on gangstalking there this morning; though I have never seen I cleaner here so regularly as this, and at least twice outside. All too strange, not unlike the apartment block before.

1530h
On the domestic research (theirs) front as of last week, I am now allowed to wipe the spoons dry with a tea towel. The perps have been total assholes over having me use the tea towel to dry dishes much, and accordingly, the dishes seem to air dry quite fast, within an hour. No big deal, I just put the dishes away. Some six months ago the dinner forks stopped air drying in the rack and had to be wiped dry with the tea towel. But all else, save the 6" knife acquired last year, would air dry. Now, as of last week, why, the spoons used for making coffee and eating cereals won't air dry any more, and instead, stay wet into the afternoon when used and cleaned after breakfast. And when I now pick up the top most spoon to make tea, why, it is wet still, forcing a wipe dry from the towel. (Otherwise, if wet, it gets exploited for the tea leaves sticking en masse onto the spoon, another first). Anyhow, another mark of progress is that I am now either allowed to, or made to, wipe the cutlery spoons dry, often immediately prior to use. Call this progress in the perverse perp-world, and it only took seven fucking years to get there. They still won't allow the 12" chefs knife blade to be wiped dry, as it always magically dries itself, even if the handle didn't. This is the same knife that had its properties changed from high carbon steel that leached iron oxide (rust) if left wet, to a steel of a seeming low carbon composition that does not leach iron oxide, and can be left to then air dry. Just one more example of the intense scrutiny I am under and how progress is noted in this abusive depravity they have made of my existence, every mortal moment I am alive.

Another big move on the perp progress front is that they have started me on using coconut oil. They had me researching the nutrition of coconuts for some eight months or so, and also acquiring some from my in-town brother's Thai girlfriend. About three weeks ago I "found" coconut oil at the local supermarket, and bought a jar. They had me run out the olive oil for cooking and salads, and as of today, the inaugural use of the coconut oil for cooking, as the apparent research says that it is better for this purpose than olive oil. In the case of the latter, they had me purchase a small bottle of a different kind, and use it only for salads. I also still ingest olive oil from the tapenade base of my quesadillas, so it would seem they are moving me off using it for cooking. I take this as another sign of perp progress on the food oil use, digestion and the downstream physiologic processes and cellular storage that they seem to be so intensely focussed on. And it only took eight years of intense abuse and eating much the same food (lunch and dinner) all that time; quesadillas of tapenade, chopped chicken and melted cheese on top. Now what is next and when? Borage oil maybe? Maybe food fats will become "in", and this low fat mania that has reigned for 20 years or more will now give way to the perp's interest in this food item in all its diversity. But how long did it take for hydrogenated fats to finally get widely identified as a health hazard? Twenty or thirty years, and of course the approval bodies have yet to catch up.

1805h
Post dinner jerkarounds; I was deleting some software remnants, and lo, if the sirens and clunking didn't start up, then a silverfish insect arrived on my desk which I promptly dispatched, and then a forced re-start. Similar deal as a few days ago when the self-replicating deletion of Cyberlink took 1.5 hours to delete with thrtee methods.

A forced one hour nap before dinner, and lo, if they didn't rouse me some to listen to their noise parade, have me abate the noise with my fingers in my ears, and then give me erections, just like the prior hour before getting up this morning. Though, I was clothed for the nap, and the latter games were compromised thankfully.

2130h
A pithy precis of the Obama administration and its follies at At Largely. I got the picture now, the Chief Dissembler earned his craft honestly, no connections like the last guy. That doesn't mean he isn't honest, and in fact, based on what the author describes, Obama just maybe the best Doublespeaking president to date. Tragic, given the vital need to repair Bushco's eight rein of wreckage. What it seems is that there isn't any party that has the gumption to take on the Pentagonocracy.

At least five screamings at the perps while having tea and chocolate tonight. They have taken to repeatedly dithering my finger control when attempting to open the Ritter chocolate, and that provocation begets my rebuke instantly. I reckon that it is all about riling me up over the package opening; mid-blue plastic packaging revealing a deep brown chocolate bar, one of those vital color transitions they like to exploit. And the LD store has been out of the lavender package color Milka Bars for the past three weeks, leaving an empty shelf in a high volume retail store for crissakes. The light blue packaged Ritter bar (alpine milk chocolate) has been the substitute for the Milka bars, and only this week have they moved me to the mid-blue ones (milk chocolate). The two don't taste much different, but as my sense of taste is often governed down, or otherwise fucked with, I really don't know why these two Ritter bars are made. Not counting the conspiratorial angle of course, as light blue is often an entre color for the perps. Once inculcated with it in a particular location and context, they will then attempt to leverage it elsewhere. Hence the preponderance of Fuckwits wearing light blue and dark brown, a ridiculous color combination for clothing, but there they are. The light blue Ritter bars have been on the forced diet plan for over a year now, off and on with the Milkas until three weeks ago.

2235h
A screaming session over blatant web site display; myspace was taking about five minute to load and everything else was siezed up. All over protracting me playing some music. I have had enough of this bullshit today, and am calling this one done. Maybe I will get to read my books, some of them languishing as I am kept online all day after them sitting around for weeks when I seemingly wanted them so bad. They wouldn't let me read websites on IT business analysis, my former trade, and that really pisses me off. All to putz around house bound all fucking day while masers and plasma beams flit about, and of course, in concert with the asshole's provocations.