It's 2am, I'm manic at the moment. I wake up thinking it is the
next morning and it's only half past midnight. I have orange fitover UV
protection glasses to cut the glare at the computer at night.
Today is my 52nd birthday. I adjusted my Facebook settings so people can post to my timeline.
I bought a superfast computer for $429 used on eBay. I made one
mistake setting it up, but was able to uninstall the app causing the
trouble.
Now having two good computers I'm less anxious that one will break
down because I have a backup computer. Computers are so essential to
life in the 21st Century. I bought a Samsung Galaxy S9 smartphone last
September but I've only used it for making and receiving phone calls. I
don't like the tiny keyboard and unlike my Nokia phone with buttons
(that I use for my Facebook) it doesn't have a button to reset and start
from scratch (even if you switch it off and on).
I've saved my Facebook login on my new computer, and I don't access Facebook outside the house anymore, so I'm not scared of losing my mobile phone so much. If I did lose my phone, I could change the mobile number on Facebook because I'm already logged in.
My
alternative GP doctor (who was my best friend at high school) is worried
about the mold in my bedroom, saying it may be a cause of my mental
illness. So I'm now sleeping in the guest room (we still found mold on
the wardrobe door in the guest room).
I cooked dinner last night
for my parents. They left the table when I'd hardly started (I waited
for mine to cool down), but for many years I did the same to them.
I bought a replacement frypan identical to the one I've damaged
over the years by having the heat too high. Mum was upset I didn't
consult her, I should have just switched the old with the new as if the
old frypan was magically restored to new condition LOL.
I've found something appetizing to give me an appetite in the morning. It's a three-egg omelette with four slices of bread, two beef patties and cooked onion. This morning I have a spare bowl of macaroni bolognese from last night.
I look forward to reporting on a pleasant 2022 birthday 19 hours from now.
My experience as a Rugby League football fan deserves to be on my resume! I've been a hypochondriac since puberty. But my dream of playing Rugby League in heaven is still alive. Rugby League is a dangerous sport. They wear no protective gear, and, until it was banned in 2006, there was what's called a "shoulder charge" where the purpose is not just to stop the opponent advancing in yardage but to inflict pain and preferably concussion. Once an Australian international player was penalized by a strange foreign referee because his tackle was "too fierce" which I found hilarious! The G-forces of the hardest tackles in Rugby League are about 20 G's! An astronaut only feels 3 G's or three times his or her bodyweight. Anyway my dream is to be reborn in heaven with such a powerful body that I could deploy and receive shoulder charges in celestial games of Rugby League with no risk of injury. The news media report afte...
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