1:30 How frustrated one should be to get motivated to write something like this on a blog?

Never lived on a house surrounded by grass and trees, the building i was living in Romania was surrounded by asphalt so i don't know how normal it is to wake up and it all smells like mold, inside and out.

Trees look beautiful but give too much shade in the summer and then the misery of leaves and rain in fall.

They picked the garbage bins, they were sacks with trash all around that remained ("they are not payed to get those too"). The exceptional bin, the one next to the park newly renamed Las Casitas (got to go to see all the new features) still has bags with old trash under.

One heavy squeak upstairs from every of my breath. I've given up trying to imagine how and what she is doing to make this kind noise.

So after a while when i realized i can't breath and i'm nauseated after i eat, i took a charcoal cap, started the ozone generator and i left after i looked on the radar. No rains in the next hour so i did not get the umbrella.

For the most part of the walk through the alley in the complex i saw a woman with an oscillating sexy butt in front of me who went to pick the mail on the other end of the complex, i don't know why. What i know is i recognized her when she turned around. It was the singer known to us all as Pink and she looked pissed.

I kept walking on my usual loop. In front of the school a dog with a human was barking at me. Soon after, an (Asian) woman with a stroller with a baby, with a composure on her face asking for mercy? I crossed Borland and went on 65 and soon after the smoke started, like many times in that area. I knew i forgot the mask (which cuts maybe 75% of the smoke usually). So i turned around only to figure the smoke was not local.

Heavy rain started and added one more kilo to my new jacket. Got another ZeroXposure because it is so warm in winter time, has some aluminum based insulation inside, i ruined the first one after so many washes. Cause it stank like dog s...t and smoke, like the whole apartment. Or after i went in casinos where they were smoking. Could not sleep because of that stink combined with its own stink and the stink of the apartment.

Got back inside, i realized i did not pick my sound recorder from the locker (got it to record the squeaks of course, since i given up the laptop i can't record it no more on the PC, i don't know why, when i did and uploaded the sound it seemed to alleviate the noise a bit for a few hours) and i did not pick the mail.

The brain effort to coordinate all the moves during the walk and then thinking of the subjects i just wrote make me incapable of reacting. Was thinking at the garbage bin. Later i remember my grade school math teacher, the one who looked like Liz Taylor.

I think i missed school when she taught about the theorem of the three perpendiculars. So she asked me at the board in front of the class and made me prove the theorem by myself. So i will remember?

And then the college physics teacher. Back then in Romania they were two phases for each exam. The written one, the same subjects for everyone. If you did not make it at the written one you had one more chance at the oral one. You would go at his desk, pick a ticket with one subject from a whole pile.

I can't remember  how many times i failed that exam but i remember i picked the same subject three times and that was the Einstein's theory on photoelectric effect. BTW the teacher looked like Ozzy Osborne.

Why i failed it so many times? I have a theory on that. Guys from my entourage were tempting me to parties or bars to drink prior to exams, on purpose. So i remember... the subject. Einstein's theory on photoelectric effect is basis for everything that followed, including Theory of Relativity, Quantum Mechanics, name it.

Kept thinking on who to contact to talk about what i discovered. Then i was thinking at the physics teacher in HS, the one who looked like Shatner.

About Pink? And what should i have done? Follow her back to "her apartment"? She's got her own life and probably don't understand a s...t from what the guys are asking her to do. If it's optional to her.

But if it was a trap, only one move like this would probably ruin everything i wrote recently and in general.

2:55 I cannot explain how much time i lost searching for objects inside this tiny space. Also because i'm high all the time. As far as writing, i can write when i'm high but cannot write without glasses except one line or two before i get tired. +1.25 glasses for 1.25 dollars at Dollar Tree (what a coincidence LOL).

So i bought on Amazon a finder thingy with six different tags that beep when i press a remote. I put one on keys, wallet, flashlight and now i'm thinking one for the glasses.

Cause i just found them after a 10 minutes search. Searching for those made me realize the filter was off, since i don't know when, i went for a walk and somehow it got unplugged from the very touchy, old wall plugs. So i'm even higher than "normal". And it stinks. Like garbage.

3:20 Done. There are pretty light and don't bother me much when attached to glasses. Thinking about Pink. Had to use a 1/8 drill bitt to enlarge the hole a bit to pass it through one of glasses temples. And i remember one story from AVX i think i did not tell. 

Way after i got hired, a technician came there who looked like the guy from Inner Circle. "From Hawaii" with braided hair and stuff. One day i was in his area of the long section of the factory, they called it "termination" (because they were attaching terminals to the tiny caps). I was usually on the other side, in testing. When machines were testing 400 of those at the time, also "aging them".

So i asked him for a tool, i think it was an 1/8 Allan wrench and he held a bunch of those in his hands, i think it was all staged or prepared. He could not find the 1/8 that was right in front of him. Instead, looking embarrassed he slowly handed me one by one all of them until he finally handed me the 1/8.

Soon after, "a guy from Hawaii", a tech, looking serious and mean, came to train with me, basically shadowing me, looking over my shoulder in everything i was doing for at least one month. I think that contributed to me getting mad and going to that lawyer who looked like Chris Mathews.

Main complaint was i was working in a 64 degrees temperature because of a broken AC. I didn't figure at the time the copious amounts of lead dust i was inhaling. In that day, they demoted me and sent me as an operator in a "hot" area with ovens for cooking ceramics and i quit.

BTW i saw again an ambulance getting in here when i got back from my walk.

Thinking. What's gonna be Pink's revenge on Xenu?

8:00 Just finished a rather long entry on my other blog, got into the kitchen, had a drink and made a sandwich, trying to relax and laugh thinking of the reactions of many to what i wrote (my satisfaction). At once they came upstairs on top of me, working the floor, releasing or raising dust and hell and my satisfaction turned into misery.

Feel now my stomach filled and the dust in my nose and throat. Soon i will get nauseated.

11:56 Slept a bit, ate a bit and they came to do a little midnight walk on the ceiling.