http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/08/fear-and-loathing-hunter-s-thompson.html
Usually I would wear my CPAP to help with sleep apnea. But recently, I am either too lazy to treat myself or that I would have sinus congestion. Without my CPAP and if I’m napping during the day, my daddy would report that I’m snoring. I would exclaim to him: Only guys snore!
Anyway, I had a dream three or so days ago, I remember waking up to the image of a doll. The bad spirits probably entered my dream as the image was really an infant. I kissing an infant. So that’s all I have to say.
Besides the sleep apnea and around the same days ago, mister HUGE reddish cockroach appeared! I was unsuccessful in its captures for fear and anxiety that the critter would starve without food crumbs inside the house if I don’t release it back into the wild.
I was depressurizing at night in from the my computer when I felt something upon my right foot and/or toes. I looked down and saw Mister reddish cockroach clinging to the side of mom’s old adjustable hospital food table.
I quickly attempted to capture it with the most previous Starbucks plastic drink container, felt the thickness of the critter against the edge of the cup, and missed my mark.
Since then I couldn’t find the critter. I had to move my home office furniture around for the past few days because I needed space against the walls in case I have to capture the critter.
So today, I settled to face northbound with my main monitor front and center, my MacBook Pro to my right, my iMac to my left and eastward would be my two scanners – one small nearest me and the printer to my right or more southbound along this eastern wall. The western wall opens to a window, allowing mister setting sunshine to warm this room with the wooden blinds rolled up. The southern wall has my filing cabinet of papers.
That’s it! While I’m still under and unemployed, I’ll scan these old papers and shred them. My daddy is getting angry that he had to empty out the shredding machine. But I figured this would be a better way to handle paper at the recycling center. They can open up our plastic stuff and then take care of burning off these shredded material.
With that said, I’ve sent my updated resume to two recruiters. One called this morning at 0816 and 0933 and I’ve haven’t heard back from him. The second one hasn’t replied to my email. And I emailed the HR contact who had initially spoke with me over the phone back in March of this year regarding my interest in a peak season project.
So whatever shakes out, the Lawd Gawd knows best. I’ve commented to these losers, err, staff that I can either suffer at home with my daddy or I can suffer at work and at least earn some money. Either way, I’m doomed because I have no hope or motivation – other than getting rid of past memories.