For the first time, the upstairs filled with smoke! TPTB was trying to kill us in our sleep! That’s right! The Chinese and Vietnamese played with fireworks at exactly midnight. And the smoke from the skies had to come down into our rooms.
At 3:30am, I awoke to the smell of slight burnt sulphur but mostly that of metallic chemtrails. The heater did no good as it circulated bad air throughout the house. I tried to open my bedroom window briefly and couldn’t tell if the air was polluted with smoke because my brain was already used to the smell earlier.
I was able to sleep after forty minutes of the fan blowing the smoke . It had an automatic timer. And for about one hour, I was sleeping at work. That’s right! There is no proof of a backlog here, which the full-time pussheads could do without us temporary workers.
I just wonder if the city lifted the ban on fireworks, which would explain why some people were not arrested for disturbing the peace of outdoor dezinens. See? That another thing with stupid, outmoded traditions: People don’t respect the boundaries of other non-traditionalists.
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