Thursday, March 15, 2007
KP2007MAR15
KP2007MAR15
12:03PM NOW
Urine Fast Day 6.
Weight 227#: lost 18#
Feeling pretty good.
Getting into this fast
was easier than usual.
Only one hard day where I
ran out of gas and napped.
My brain-pressure somatic
is still there, but has
resided quite a bit.
Re Alex on gold fringed flags.
I was aware of this before,
but after his post I noticed
a gold fringed flag in the
lobby of the bank.
Happy to see Justin posting again.
However, his long post disappeared
from my hard drive, and never
appeared on google, so I can't reply.
Maybe it was cancelled? None of my
compatriots are in a position to
purchase any new land. My main
buddies are 70, live on social
security, and owe thousands of
dollars they borrowed to pay the
incompetent lying shyster who
fucked us over completely.
Reading a lot online.
Doing easy/gentle work.
Playing with dogs a lot.
Watching TV: mostly crap
but some hextraordinary.
Tripped in the dark a few nites ago
and tried to break a concrete block
with my nose. Block 1, Nose 0.
I felt like bozo. I looked like
bozo too: huge red + purple nose.
Fortunately I didn't break teeth,
though my glasses are road-rashed
bad. Swelling is subsiding, and
the bright purple is fading to
pink. I was really lucky!
I didn't smash any teeth, tho
they cut my lip inside and out.
I guess I should thank my big
bozo nose for saving my teeth.
I love eating. I'd LOVE to eat.
The usual hunger pangs and impulses
to eat, or at least sample, the dog's
food, but I'm doing OK. My big treat
now is a few swallows of well water.
I'm still puzzling over what to do
about the rabid psychotics I deal
with. They are all suicidal, and
all blame me for their problems,
which were ruining their lives
many years before they met me.
Whenever I politely and gently
try to help them out with a clue
they hysterically and viciously
attack me with insane rants.
I haven't got a handle on that.
That's been bugging me for almost
60 years now. I'm in a life boat
with aggressive militant whackos
who are drilling holes in the
bottom of the boat to let the
water out. They are threatening
to attack me for not drilling too.
In their eyes, I am a traitor and
deverve whatever I get from them.
I keep trying to help them, but I
am tired of being attacked for it.
As least I can and am doing
something to improve my heath.
1:02 Not really a session:
seems like too much effort now:
more of a where I am check in.
about 1.00 hours
O
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12:03PM NOW
Urine Fast Day 6.
Weight 227#: lost 18#
Feeling pretty good.
Getting into this fast
was easier than usual.
Only one hard day where I
ran out of gas and napped.
My brain-pressure somatic
is still there, but has
resided quite a bit.
Re Alex on gold fringed flags.
I was aware of this before,
but after his post I noticed
a gold fringed flag in the
lobby of the bank.
Happy to see Justin posting again.
However, his long post disappeared
from my hard drive, and never
appeared on google, so I can't reply.
Maybe it was cancelled? None of my
compatriots are in a position to
purchase any new land. My main
buddies are 70, live on social
security, and owe thousands of
dollars they borrowed to pay the
incompetent lying shyster who
fucked us over completely.
Reading a lot online.
Doing easy/gentle work.
Playing with dogs a lot.
Watching TV: mostly crap
but some hextraordinary.
Tripped in the dark a few nites ago
and tried to break a concrete block
with my nose. Block 1, Nose 0.
I felt like bozo. I looked like
bozo too: huge red + purple nose.
Fortunately I didn't break teeth,
though my glasses are road-rashed
bad. Swelling is subsiding, and
the bright purple is fading to
pink. I was really lucky!
I didn't smash any teeth, tho
they cut my lip inside and out.
I guess I should thank my big
bozo nose for saving my teeth.
I love eating. I'd LOVE to eat.
The usual hunger pangs and impulses
to eat, or at least sample, the dog's
food, but I'm doing OK. My big treat
now is a few swallows of well water.
I'm still puzzling over what to do
about the rabid psychotics I deal
with. They are all suicidal, and
all blame me for their problems,
which were ruining their lives
many years before they met me.
Whenever I politely and gently
try to help them out with a clue
they hysterically and viciously
attack me with insane rants.
I haven't got a handle on that.
That's been bugging me for almost
60 years now. I'm in a life boat
with aggressive militant whackos
who are drilling holes in the
bottom of the boat to let the
water out. They are threatening
to attack me for not drilling too.
In their eyes, I am a traitor and
deverve whatever I get from them.
I keep trying to help them, but I
am tired of being attacked for it.
As least I can and am doing
something to improve my heath.
1:02 Not really a session:
seems like too much effort now:
more of a where I am check in.
about 1.00 hours
O
--- )
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