Nu-mi place cum au tradus versurile astea în românește. În versiunile engleze pe care le știu e cu totul altceva și practic încearcă să arate cât este de trecătoare viața omenească.
7:17 Buddha's death. Mesenteric infarct. Intestinal retention, pain, hot flushes, blood flood stagnation due to gas pressure, beginning of intestinal infection, due to intestinal blockage.
Psychosomatic. Annoying sounds, smells, stress, bacterial, protozoa contamination, eating frozen berries from freezer, holding breath for car which hopefully finally will be towed today but above all seeing women in crouched position, senseless drinking. Last night i went to pick and throw some poops, i saw a woman in this position, in the dark barely visible with a dog that barked at me in "muted mode". There was another one that did that for months, every time i passed the first T intersection of the alleys, smoking, sitting on the curb. Models do that. Why do people like to look at something like this?
7:56 Went and found some poops. One old, stepped upon, one new and one with diarrhea resembling in a appearance with a dead leaf. I think it was that one that got me so sick this morning. Lots of out of bag garbage in the bin, next to the bin. I remember at Sussex we did that, threw garbage in open WinCo bags. Cheaper than buying garbage bags. Not outside the bin though.
"15 As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field; 16 when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more.…"
1:05 Earlier i've been prompted by the repair shop to produce a picture of the title. I couldn't find the title, the guy upstairs started to smoke who knows what and put the TV or whatever volume to max, i was still sick, my hands were so dry and could not find the title in the folder with car's documents. Was thinking to go to DMV to get some sort of proof of ownership, but Angela agreed to come home and search for it. First time when i left the Japanese woman with 3 kids got in the back of the truck to get the exhaust of the cold cat. It looks like after i drove it that day at Spirit Mountain, 100 miles round trip, the cat unclogged and check engine light went off but after i change the fuel filter the smell disappeared whatsoever. It looks like this weekend i'm gonna have a chance to check the mileage again since we got no car. The old thing is still leaking a bit of oil, tranny is full of it and got to wipe it out, next. However, the retaliations are still in place, i saw some masons looking guys, driving antiques and old smelling cars in front of us when i got back with Angela i think, constructions, road blocks, (concrete breaking in the park) and on the alley there was this woman waving a bag with a Target's bull's eye like a matador would and when she moved it behind was the face of a kid.
Angela found the title and i took her back to work, 45 minutes elapsed time, 4 hours slept last night, me 6 in total.
10:10. So, who's going to fly, maintain, those?
At least they did justice, after 9 years. I was hit by a truck on the freeway, WSP never issued a witness invite, everywhere i went today i saw either RAM trucks or 4x4 Fords. I was told the work accident that happened in 96 is affected by the statutes of limitations. However, in the case of this hacker arrested yesterday, it's been 9 years since the alleged crimes, which are minor anyway compared to gassing, ramming of a car, false arrest, etc.. How come the guy was not on the FBI's most wanted list on 2018 or right now? Could it be this story has just been invented?
Earlier, went with Angela at Walgreens, Walmart, WinCo. At the gas station (same where János Áder about 7-8 years ago handed me a receipt when i was expecting it, i only saw him after i got it in my hand, probably pretending something else for cameras), a Japanese Latina looking attendant pumped so much gas in my tank it is still 2 lines above full, after a 15 miles trip. Purpose. To show how bad the mileage of my truck is. In reality, before i changed filter yesterday and added a Gumout High Mileage Fuel Additive tonight, it was about 17.
At WinCo i stayed in the parking lot for a while, a car came next to me with a guy also staying, with lowered window. After a while i got outside trying to finish a news article i was reading on the phone and tried to look at him and every time he was turning his head. I think he had more hair than the current Prime Minister of Romania. Inside WinCo, when i turned back for some item the issued the familiar "Security Code 1", like during the old times. By the presence, years ago, of John Travolta's "dead son" i can only imagine WinCo is actually owned by Scientology.
The man upstairs just started to walk. Could it be because i mentioned the name Scientology? Though he did laundry all day, he just started a drying cycle. Not much vapor is coming out the vent, he's got condensed water in the exhaust pipe, plays ignorant, drys over and over again. Leaks in the basement wet and bulge my floor.
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