I am receiving account statements from companies where I don’t have accounts (Boost and BD Swiss), payments that were supposed to come in have not arrived (not yet, in any case, but they’re usually earlier; we’ll see how it goes) (royalties from Amazon and a repayment from HMRC), the browser buttons including the back button on my new phone’s screen have disappeared as had (yesterday) the bit of video that I shot of the UoP marine sciences building near the Hayling Island ferry (the day before yesterday). Or am I merely imagining this latter bit? Did I cut it from the file, myself, perhaps? Okay, maybe I did! (lol) Okay, I probably did. Yep. (I had to transfer it to the older computer to be able to rotate it by 180 degrees and then transfer it back again so I probably cut a lot from the file to speed it all up a bit.)
Shortly after 4 am (4:12 or 4:21, I think), there were two (?) rotation attempts of a badly balanced washing machine making a racket. It happened to be when my mp3 player ran out of juice and the white noise file stopped playing. But it was me pressing the button to silence it for a moment when I woke up that made it run out of juice so I can’t be sure that it was only two rotations.
I am getting something else too.
The something else that I am getting confirms the position of slavery that I am considered to be in. The “I will break you, goddammit” signal.
No, you won’t.
I was going to top up my call credit today and call a bunch of businesses today (as I have come up with another idea to circumvent at least some of the hacking; it may not work but I won’t know that until I’ve put it to the test), get coffee and something else – because all I have left is buckwheat and rice – and I was going to take some more steps towards freeing me from the stranglehold of hacking. I guess I won’t? But the day has only just begun. The payments I was expecting may still arrive. (And if they don’t today, then maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.)
Except, I have had twelve years of this. But, we’ll see… It’s still early.
I am just a delusional old cow, of course. Going senile or something. I can’t find the on / off button on her computer and I blame that on hackers so that I don’t have to admit that I am too dim to find the on / off button on my computer. Or into some kind of attention-seeking spiel. Oh yeah! I so love love love being a professional chair sitter.
I also dreamed that I was forced to swallow dog excrement. Not “forced” in the sense of someone forcing it down me, but “forced” in the sense of “having no choice”. I feel like I have been forced to swallow dog excrement for over twelve years and I am sick of it.