10:22 I knew it was going to be bad luck when Angela won 1000 dollars last night. After she just pulled 90 dollars from a card, she played by mistake one hand at 25 dollars and that hand brought her the whole amount. That made it for the last 2 or 3 times, not last 20-30, cause we didn't leave with a positive balance in long time. Also because i took the money in my pocket, leaving her with 100 bucks which she lost. Me too i won 50 bucks catching 4 deuces at poker which didn't happened in years where i lost continuously (except for Indian Head where i was holding even). However, Angela lost last week at the 401k because of market crash more than she lost in a whole year at casinos.
The number of guys and girls who bend backwards right when i was looking. The never seen at this level nervous frenzy with many people rubbing with us, trying to create scenes, making me look like the super bad guy. Here, so obvious intentionally "casually" blocking the main alley at Spirit Mt, forcing me to go between machines (and behind a number of people) while they were raising drinks, to make me salivate in my subconscious. I wouldn't dare but since i had the courage and this is the type of scene it repeats so oftenly, here it goes.
Here's a
link for full quality of this video. Have to use a different player than the one on google drive though.
The woman vacuuming next to my table at the food court were i went to eat some fries i was craving, with me and the two cops from Tribal Police in line, at Spiritus Mountus "Food court". I remembered when i choked (dysphagia) that year after i saw "chew back ah" at the
UFO festival, when a guy, again was sweeping there as i ate rice and teriyaki dried all day in those hot trays and i drove like that all the way home (with a break at the hospital parking in McMinnville), where it took some baking soda and then vomited.
The guy and gal from the truck next to me at Chinook Winds. While Angela was playing, i went back in the car for another drink. I ate all the remaining potato salad not caring about the diabetes. And there they came. First simulating hitting me when arriving, than veering off and parking rear first. After 15 minutes of idling with their modified exhaust diesel, i was drunk enough to go and confront them.
Inside, a little boy with a little girl who came onto me, aggressive. I told them about the law (i read somewhere) that says in Oregon you can't idle for more than 15 minutes at a time in a parking lot on upper level (regardless of how big or small the sound is). He said it was only 12 minutes and they were from Utah. Then when i called security they finally stopped and went inside, wished me a good night while i gave them the finger. From enough distance, she was looking like 2 points on a scale from one to ten better than she should. Super model quality with here extra long legs in leather pants. Then, scared by my own courage of what i've done, i went to move the car, and while driving in the other parking lot the car in front of casino started beeping at me, because i went over 10 mph without seatbelt. I was curious to see what happens if i slow under 10, if it stop, so i hit the brakes, kinda hard, engine was cold, lots of vacuum, car almost stopped only to see an Asian guy jumping in front of my car from between two parked cars, whom i probably would have taken on my hood if i didn't brake, absolutely by chance.
Wondering all night if it was just some AI predicting my behaviour as it happens more and more (obvious to me only) as i believe they keep updating their hardwares and softwares and getting better by the day (probably simulating my whole thinking process). Just others to say. "It was the will of God himself!" (For me not to be arrested and "continue to do what i'm doing", that is deepeng in a bottomless pit of sin). Just a few examples out of many. In fact, it's continuous, from one scene blending into another. All professional actors moving around me.
Smoke at home. As soon we made it home, i guess around 5 AM, a sulfur smell, similar to the smell of landfill area we pass through on Hwy 18 close to McMinnville. (Why they had to make it so close to the town and 18, for anybody who go to Lincoln city to pass right through it?).
BTW, yesterday the gas needle went down unexpectedly 1/8 of the dial indicator and had to go to McMinnville, didn't have google maps setup for a gas station, i got to parade on the same street where the yearly UFO parade takes place (last time was there in 2018, link above), with a city looking so old, like antique, like from the old west and a girl with a bad exhaust smell of a red classic car behind me.
Finally made it to a 76 station, gas was 3.95, i took 10 dollars only, rest at Spirit Mt, when there was 20 cents cheaper, and a double cistern in the gas station, apparently doing nothing. A total of 12 gallons, which was a lot, even for that position of the needle. Half hour lost, we almost missed the sunset. We went at Grocery Outlet at Lincoln city to buy the now traditional Reser's potato salad and hard salami and some wine.
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Road's End in Lincoln City, a whole parade, like usually. Just more lively, more people, more determined in their ballet or pantomima. People with their dogs in front of us while we were trying to eat. But most interesting, a Japanese guy with a professional camera who climbed on the table's seat in front of us, trying to capture... the nothing, cause it was just a red sky and a blue sea, no clouds, no birds, nothing to take pictures of, doing energetically all kinda contortions and reverted bows until i almost choked with food.
On my way back i was very thirsty, drank lots of cold water from casino and the car, further irritating my stomach (the dust earlier at home and on the road on my way there). The cop on the street on the last miles of the street, staying there in the fog on an alley, real close to the left lane of the two way street. I was looking in the mirror for a mile of so to see if he doesn't take off (i was 10 miles under limit because of fog, and obviously not in the best of my shapes). It was then when i started to nervously breath with nose congested, not realizing. By the time i got home where the smell of sulfur was waiting, i was already breathing hard. It usually goes away when i go to sleep (or after to be more precise) but i abused myself beyond any limit after i realized who that girl might have been (saw her in a wrong picture on a side in the news, also in a video earlier yesterday). So i had to search for her, at the end of which i found myself with a heart rate of 100 which would not go down no matter what. I started pacing in the room, until i tried to do what i've done before. Forcibly empty my bowels so i let the gas escape. Take some baking soda to calm my irritating stomach. And then i remembered. I had too much coffee (one teaspoon worth of regular soluble, plus the soda in the casino). I remembered the conversation with a relative who said her mother had a heart attack last week and recovered. And my advice for them not to drink real caffeinated coffee. I finally laid down counting my heart beats watching the clock on the wall (oximeter doesn't work right, it shows about 10 bpm more beside being saturated at 99 (hyperventilating). At 72 i tried to relax and fell asleep.
Got awakened after about 4 hours. Was feeling ok, but i vaguely remembered a dream when someone was yelling. I went outside, again, sulfur smell, they gu on the upstairs balcony next to our apartment having a yelling party in Spanish with someone else while smoking. Got mad again, was sleepy, didn't realize i wasn't breathing right, it started again, but this time it was difficult to breath only, heart did not get involved. Not out of the woods after finishing here. No it's not "COVID". This repeated to me 1000 times during the last 26 years which in the past lead me to the ER maybe up to 100 times (don't go anymore, got used to they symptoms, they always go away (until now) and it's too expensive).
One thing. When we left Lincoln City last night, there was a road block next to the gas station at the
intersection at Otis, just before 11. No other warnings or detour signs. They were two vehicles in front of me, they veered left and let the three feet wide white and red horizontal stripes barrier exposed in front of me that was not that visible. Almost hit it, then i followed those two guys, one of them took a right, and i followed, not knowing exactly knowing where i was going. Luckily there was signal and Angela pulled google maps and we found our way back to 18. Found something on a site, second
result here, but the site does not open.
I remembered i had to cross a railroad just before i got back on 18 when somthing really strange happened, maybe i will tell it someday.
4:40 Every time when i get sick i find one of these, other items, on the red carpet put in a such way so it may leak or drip. A water bottle with some concoction that seem to contain tomato juice. Most times the bottle is half full, today it was less. For who can analyze it.
Or maybe hot sauce? I tried years ago with hot sauce in the mole holes. Didn't work very long. Got it. It must by hot sauce. It leaks, dries out and flies in the air, making the air hard to breath. But i think somebody got tires of dog poo as i did. However, the aerosolized hot sauce makes its way here too.
9:09 Tow days ago i ordered on Amazon next day delivery a kit with screws for LPN because i didn't have any. Though it was more expensive (7 bucks) but i hated to go at Homo Depot, loose one or two hours and try to figure what size and everything to get them for 4. Thinking of all the home boys coming next to me and doing all kinda clown performances around me while i was looking in those drawers.
They came, 4 in the front and 4 in rear. Today i looked around. Nobody uses 4 screws through licence plate has 4 holes. No problem with using only 2 of them, especially in the rear. But in front at the previous car, because the plastic supporting plate on the bumper was standing out, the thin plates were bending during a car wash. So i was thinking about putting all four screws. Thing is, it's not possible.
Because the lower holes in the LPN are just at the edge of the plate behind (pictures tomorrow). In other words, licence plate is half inch bigger than the supporting plate behind. Then i was thinking. Oregon licence plate letters are bigger than California or Washington or any others. Also because there's only six characters, because of fewer cars. But they stand out. Easier to see from a distance and from a camera.
Thinking of my old car with JKB plate. Thinking of all similar plates i see when i look around. KGA and the sort. Angela just saw one with 666 at WinCo. Just saw on my new one that personalized or vanity or custom plates are not 3D, or stamped. How come they are around so many stamped or "sequence" numbers (basically all that i see everywhere i go) that seem chosen or personalized. Could it all have been deliberate? Oregon also having plates and letters bigger than any state? The Twin Peaks state, with the two volcanoes on background? Part of an ongoing propaganda of an unseen entity, meant to mentally enslave everybody?
Went outside and measured, plate is 1/4 or 1/8 of an inch bigger that 6 inches as it says on sites and/or what it seems standard in US. (I will come back with pictures, tomorrow). However, the letters are biggest of all states. Here are some examples of licence plates per state or the sequence ones, every state has up to maybe ten different background themes, second from left third from bottom.
10:37 Finally stopped hyperventilating, after almost 24 hours, most likely because i picked that bottle and other sugary food wrappers from the red carpet. Nobody wants to know how this was. Because of it, made numerous mistakes in what i wrote above, had to make corrections for an hour or so.
11:32 My new phone camera at work (with the open camera app though).
11:36/9:36 Nu-mi iese din cap greva de la București. Sunt mai multe posibilități.
1.Toți angajații întrun sector pe care până mai ieri nu dădea nimeni doi bani și care acum se dovedește atât de strategic (took for granted) sunt de-ai lor.
2. Toți șoferii sunt supuși unor presiuni enorme (șantajați) sau/și manipulați psihologic, la greu.
