Here are my boring notes:
2236. Had a nice quoted thought: “Till death do you part and to hell you will go”. I really don’t believe in marriage, a scam.
1447. Mumbled aloud the following phone number 478-2847! Weird. I must be either under mind-control or “receptive” like a radio. Bahaha!
1200. For about one hour and one half, we are still here talking to Edna and Danilo (a child rapist and Vietnam vet undergoing treatment for Agent Orange poinsoning) after Paw and I did one circuit around the Great Mall. (One day later or two, Maw got hurt because she forgot to take pain pills as instructed by the physician. This is to prevent stress to the heart.)
1021. Was being followed by an old Ford Victoria (resold police squad car), which had a overall flat, black-colored paint job. The black guy/driver had stopped immediately to OUR right while we were stopped in traffic and waiting to turn left on Hostetter. (6553, FRZ) Of course, I had my right middle finger aligned hard and straight against the steering wheel “at him”. (Damn N-word!) He then rolled slowly forward to stop at the intersection with those white-colored, flat-panels attached to the top of the streelights.
1005. The divorced nutter/possessed psycho opened her side door while we were trying leave our garage.
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