Flu Fragility

1050h
After all those daytime sleeps yesterday, I feel that I am getting better, but am still feeling fragile for attempting anything major. I even got screwed with a PC crash last night while ripping a CD, and now find that Exact Audio Copy knows about this, and suggests putting the CD in first. Fricking lame.

No major events planned today, except maybe a sortie to the local supermarket to get more of the syrup concentrate, aka cordial, as it was the only saving grace to offsetting the yogurt sour flavor this morning. True to form, the perps had me totally "forget" to add kiwi fruit in the yogurt mix, not realizing this until hours later. It is extremely rare that they let me have fruit with breakfast, a sore point that I have long given up on. But one can discern that yesterday was a fluke, and back to a no-fruit breakfast again. We are closing in on 9 years of this insane abuse, and here they are pissing with what I have for breakfast for the first major diet change at that mealtime. We have a long way to go yet it would seem.

1210h
And in Windows 7, in the lastest upgrade that was installed after the repair events last month, I see that the one dependable Control Panel got dumbed down into categories, leaving me bereft of finding anything useful. There was nothing wrong with the big long list, and I could get to where I wanted about 90% of the time. And now that it is dumbed down into categories, with too brief explanations and not enough meat, I am batting 10% at most. Why does Microsoft continue to meddle and fuck up useful features, especially of the system admin kind, often the last resort to getting the problem resolved?

1720h
A three hour nap on the bed, the last 40 minutes oof which was spent in a totally denergized state, unable to get up and in full hearing of the noise parade outside. I don't think I am well enough to go daffodil picking tomorrow, and so for another day of this health hiatus.

Next Day, Feb. 17, 2011
1440h
Feeling better today, no long naps in the daytime, though not 100%, and not wanting to go to my Thursday yoga practice. A 10.5 sleep last night, and while nothing new in the sleep duration sabotage end of things, it might suggest that the vitamin C, echinacea and Cold FX may have stemmed the tide of being flu bound for longer.

And still wrestling with the CD music "ripping", a dumbshit name for copying and compressing, as Ripstation Micro was duly installed and the first thing I get is "unable to enable Autorun". And lo, if my email wasn't responded to and other Googleing hasn't got this particular error identified. One long jerkaround, getting anything to work and operate without undue hassle. The Iris Dement song. "Easy is Getting Harder All The Time" was written for TI's, though I am sure she isn't one and has no idea who us poor schmo's are in Disenfranchised Land.

And I sense the perps have crossed the line owing to two recent events of making their gangstalkers overt and seeming without apparent purpose, as well as recent unconventional gravitic events. For the latter, the line was always that there was a sliver of plausibility to their games; a blob of food would arrive unseen on the counter but as I wasn't watching that particular location in detail, and that I was handling food, it just might be that it was me. Given that this "happens" (this one example) 40+ times per day, each event still has that sliver, that remote chance, that it wasn't them. Add them all up, and of course it was them, as I never had so many such problems with crumbs from nowhere or like food handling ever before. But now, food pieces just erupt, without any causal plausibility and lob from jar to countertop, covering 12" of horizontal distance without any remote possibility that it was by my actions. There was no question that the opening of the coconut butter this morning was a big event, as the sirens came on for it, but when a 1/4" blob of it leaps from the jar and onto the counter by itself, the perps have crossed the line of ostensible plausibility. They have been pushing this for many months now, maybe even six months ago, but now my existence appears to be a no holds barred unconventional gravitic abuse scene.

On the gangstalker patterns changing, I noted in the last blog posting about a gangstalker who was friendly with the staff at LD and who then does a lead-ahead gangstalking to the adjacent supermarket, also doing that odd teeth barring episode as part of the arrangement. Last night, also returning from the LD store, a brown T-shirted dude is coming toward me at the entrance to this building but stays outside, doing his coughing act while I open the door. Like WTF; it is cold and no coat, and then seems to be coming toward the door  but instead, loiters outside and then coughs, and then disappears. Blatant, and no cover story of being an underdressed pedestrian or apartment building dweller, just there for the brown shirt and the coughing act. Anyhow, this might all seem very subtle to those who read this blog, but it seems from this perspective that the Gangstalk and Abuse World that I have been consigned to are going to get worse, and without any apparent guise or pretense. Or plausibility that there was a conventional reason for each single event anomally of the conventional. Mind you, I get jabbed and whacked some 100+ times per day from no apparent source, but never when I am watching for a repeat. This too will likely change is what I am predicting.

1710h
Began the first daytime ripping of CD music yesterday, only one CD, but another five today. I don't know why this is significant, but after months of doing this activity only in the evenings, even if I had all day available, this sudden change of habit can only be perp managed. And I suppose, having some 300 CD's sitting around is also a big deal too, all those surfaces, pits and lands, just fascinating stuff for them. Back in the high abuse days with head pain pummelling I would place a CD next to my head and get instant relief, though interestingly, they are not magnetic.

1950h
Only a half hour snooze before dinner, unlike the marathon daytime snoozes of the prior two days. The perps got me up when they vibrated the bed. Which vibrates me of course, and I can do without that sensation running through me.

2230h
Busy ripping Cd's tonight, the system crashes magically disappearing tonight. At certain moments the overhead pounding started up, especially while listening to Laura Nyro samples from Amazon.

Before any more sudden PC crashes I will blog off and post this.