12:03 AM AM Famous songs from famous bands that openly promote pedophilia.

11:45 554 miles, up to one hour iddling with AC on, 41.7 mpg.

BTW At the 76 gas station in Redomond i had to refill. Exactly where i did it last time. Same car, same route, 400 miles, 10.3 gallons, i don't know, @half hour idling at Kla Mo Ya. I even pulled at the same pump. Though there was a (cute) attendant, on my pump it was written "Self service". I did the card, hit enter for fill, put in the zip code and grabbed the nozzle but what do i see. Drops of gas came out of it.

I remembered when this happened last time, i made a mess around the gas hole of my car so i figured i had to empty the nozzle on the ground. Not a genial idea, but i thought it was only going to be a few drops. However, about one quart to half quart a gas went on the concrete that was hot from the sun shining all day. And that was before i pulled the handle. Never thought that much gas could fit in there. (It was about 6 PM). And i'm not even sure i emptied (It was about 6 PM). Concrete being hot, it dried out by itself in about 1 minute. However. The car filled with gas smell that lasted for hours. They were two women having a long conversation next to a car downstream wind. The only way this could have happened is if someone squezed the nozzle while putting it back in its place at the pump and i don't believe this could have been done by mistake.

Yesterday (18). I already wrote about a form of telepaty i witnessed not earlier than last night. I was laying in bed and thinking and when i was getting mad in my mind from one thing or another Angela who was sleepign would move and moan.

Thing is we did a lot of brainstorming early in our relationship (helping each others with ideas while doing things) it became a reflex to ask for help doing the little things around home. But when she sleeps, she answers too. Thing is it happens when she's not nearby and then specially trained little ninja yell on the alley.

I was alone in the hotel room last night "brushing" my post about the black hole in Romania's finances (most likely there are similar in any country). The maids were on the hallway (why so late) doing some things, hitting other. Unnecessary i figured though is impossible to prove since you don't actually see them.

Suddenly is started to feel not so well. I got  up, trying to gather things i needed to leave room (wallet, phone, cigarettes, keys). Then i left almost stumbling. On the hallways, a male maid looking like a Mexican, opening garbage sacks by shaking them. But when i looked closer i saw behind the moustache was hiding a Japanese guy.

Went on the casino floor, found Angela, been next to her the next hour, started to feel better. Then i went back in the room, had another drink, took another look at the blog post.

Some women talking very loud, kinda theatrical passed by. For some reason i felt bullied though they were not talking to me. Then i got really sick and went again on the casino to look for Angela.

Then i asked her to go for a walk outside to grab some fresh air. When we were walking out, 3 cops first waked then ran inside. Within a few minutes they arrested two guys and cuffed them right next to us outside.

We went in the room and i felt really sick. Took the only antibiotic left that i had with me during the trip. Angela fell asleep, wanted to give me a melatonin but i declined. I had severe chest discomfort and nausea. I was laying in bed while she was sleeping, watching a movie. Yes i slept many hours all day yesterday because i took a Zyrtec i think in the morning. But now all i could think in my mind was i need to go to the hospital. Ad that moment i was positive i will either die or not be able to drive the 554 miles back home.

I am positive it could be a psychosis but all i could think of was, were the hell air is getting inside that hotel room. I checked my oxygen level with a small meter and it came 97.

At Peppermill air conditioning is done through a heat exchanger, using hot and cold water in a radiator blown by a fan inside the room. I looked through the dusty intake grill. There is a filter before that fan, otherwise the radiator would clog. However, looking with a flashlight through the intake grill for the heat exchanging unit i saw something handwritten on the edge of the fiberglass filter. 1-2/11/11 and a signature.

Water is heated and cooled outside using heat pumps. There is no fresh air added. There are no windows. All the air coming in the hotel is from elevators and stairs.

We were next to the stairs, should have been plenty of air coming into our room. However, from those stairs was coming food smell, like there was a restaurant at a lower level.

Food smell  containing aerosolized nutrients combined with that 14 years old filter? If it was washable and was washed during these years, how come that signature and date done with a ballpen survived 14 years? My guess is it was only vacuumed (otherwise would have been clogged).

It lasted until 3 AM. All this time i was hyperventilating through a mask thinking at the air i breath and cursing my idea to come there.

Then i realized cigarette smoke was also bothering me and i remembered at  home i cannot sleep without taking a second shower of the day, throwing all clothes after i come from casinos. My skin was stinking so bad, not only from cigarette smoke, i used body wash and shampoo a couple of times, it was still stinking.

My stomach and esophagus was hurting so bad and my diaphragm muscle raised from that bending over (a reflex) it was twisting my heart, giving me palpitations. I used the last noodle soup and made a soup using the Keurig. It came kinda cold, was worried about being undercooked and i googled. All noodles from noodles soup are fully cooked. Noodles are fried to be more precise.

I ate that soup that soothed my stomach a bit. The antibiotic was dealing with the bad bacteria and mold in the stomach. Meditation removed the intestinal blockage and diaphragm muscle released my heart. I fell asleep and slept 4 hours. I was alive and within the hour, feeling like chocking, we packed everything and left cursing and swearing it is the last time.

Today i also figured why after i leave Peppermill i always feel like driving non stop. Today (actually yesterday now, is after 12) i drove 12 hours. Because i feel like running from that stinking hell.

Wondering. What would have happened if i did not have that last antibiotic or that last noodles soup or the oximeter to see my oxygen level?