Coffee and Breakfast

Tired.

Blurry-eyed-can’t-see-tired.

Waking up is the hardest thing to do.

Angry and grumpy.

Fuck you was uttered in my bedroom.  Check Your Panties.  Fuck you.  No one, but me should be in my panties.  Anyway, it was a funny point, CYP.

Too tired for food, or dreaming of food.  My coffee is marginally acceptable.  It would be nice to have a coffeemaker, so that it would be already made when I woke up.  I had to stop as every coffee filter I purchased was laced with drugs and chemicals.

Again, I repeat, there is not now nor has there ever been anything wrong with me,  Enough of that at the moment as I have to hurry so that every minute of my personal time doesn’t get wasted away as is a pattern that has been used.

I am remembering a Keanu Reeves movie in which on a building in the background had the words Pet Free Zone written on them.  At the time I thought it was in reference to the fact I no longer had my cats.  I was hurt and upset.  It made me feel as though the Keanu Reeves character did not want me to have my cats.  I still miss my Thursday and Tuesday.  Their loss should never have happened.  However, now I wonder if Pet Free Zone was meant to imply I was not some dumb animal to control.  This is a huge problem.  Not specific leads to misinterpretation and misunderstanding.

Also, understand the reason for the congestion – blocking my nose so I cannot breathe through my nose and am only able to breathe through my mouth – is so that I no longer am able to chew gum.  Chewing gum is something I have always done.  It helps.  I have said I am orally fixated.  Who knows if that’s true.  Chewing gum is a thinking aid as doing more than one thing at a time helps my brain.  Like speaking in an accent.  Sometimes I do this in order to help me get words out of my head.  The wheels in my brain are always going faster than I can manage sometimes.  It is a dyslexic thing – which has been used against me, my dyslexia turning things around so the meaning is not clear and understood to make me appear complicit when that is not the truth – the mechanisms in my brain do not always match up.  One sometime spins faster than the other, so they do not turn together like wheels in a cog.  I don’t have time to explain this better as I am chugging coffee to get out the door, but chewing gum is an aid I’ve used to help me think, relieve stress, as a digestive aid, and for enjoyment.

Bluetooth knows these things.

You have allowed someone(s) access who did not do their job correctly nor did they give a full, unbiased accurate account of their findings.  They had a hidden agenda to which they tried to steer all of their findings.  They left out tons of information they did not deem as relevant or important which in the light of things now could have made a world of difference.

This is not to let the Bluetooth off the hook.  Because not once should I ever have been drugged.  Nor should this house have happened.

You have a lot to account for.

Angry.