There’s been quite a bit of hacking interference again. It’s so so so abusive. And so disabling.

For those who don’t realize that, I am of course still using the same phones for my internet access etc etc that already got hacked in Portsmouth (including bypassing SIM).

(Not that this makes a huge difference to any truly persistent hackers. Certainly in such tightly regulated countries like the Netherlands, such people can always find you again.)

What it took, or resulted in? Two Belgian Duvel beers to release the anger that I am always forced to clamp down on because it has nowhere to go, a great deal of moping and feeling like crying and never stopping, and then deciding to pretend for a while. The idea of not being able to do a damn thing again for a while was driving me to despair.

In Portsmouth, nobody understood why being forced to do nothing at all was such agony for me. People assumed that I was pining for a man. That was the best they could come up with as explanation for my misery and powerlessness.

I am well educated and have a wonderful brain and for my brain to be forced to watch me sit in a chair or sleep and do nothing all day, that’s agony. Most people in Portsmouth never understood that. (They don’t want anything for themselves either.)