December 7 - 9, 2018 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Thanks to another unrelenting headache that had kept me bedridden for the most part since early  Thursday Morning (Dec. 6),  I had to quickly fish my cellphone out of the toilet as I was trying again to evacuate my bowels extremely  Friday Morning (Dec. 7),  some time after 03:00, having had it fall off from the sink edge where I usually place it after I'd had my fill of playing the gem-crush game I usually distract myself with whenever I'm on the pot -- the space had been taken up with the prescribed headache medication (which I'd just taken while there and which eventually, as always, did absolutely nothing to alleviate my pain) and the bottle of water I took the medication with. I tried drying everything out as quickly as possible, hoping that the device was relatively water-resistant and that it did not have very much of an opportunity to take any of the water on, and it did seem at first that I'd dodged a bullet, but after drying everything off, and after washing all of the loose strands of  pussy hair  that I'd been collecting from the girls' washrooms at work that I would keep carried around with me by having them placed between the cellphone and its protective grip case (amazed that I'd managed to accumulate so many, considering how difficult they are to find at any given time), I found that the phone would no longer operated. After fidgeting with it for a while, I decided to try ''airing it out'' under the bed covers with the assistance of the heated blanket. After about close to an hour I found that the device still would not turn itself on. Acting on a bit of a hunch, I decided to see if I could affect anything by plugging the device into the battery charger, whereby it did manage to ''light-up'' and display the ''now charging'' icon, but nothing else would open, but after a few more times the device finally did grant me full access into everything, only I could get no audio responses from it, at least not without selecting a particular  TTY  setting which served as a temporary workaround.

By the time 06:00 or so came around, and the cellphone seemed to be functioning fully for the most part, I tried testing it out first to call my own answering machine number (forgetting that my landline phone has no ''long distance'' service, but yet still managed to connect with my answering machine's ''greeting message,'' but not allowing me to actually record a message). About a half-hour later I decided to call my mother after weeks of silence: we ended up speaking for close to two and a half hours.

About 3/4 of an hour ahead of keeping my follow-up medical appointment at (which had already been rescheduled after I'd missed the original date that had had me scheduled for Wednesday morning) I decided to check on my credit card payment schedules and found that my  ''CapitalOne VISA''  had already come due a day earlier and I'd been assessed an $11 late fee. I called their customer service number and spun a  half-lie (...I hate lying about anything...) about how my computer system had been down for repairs (true, in a sense) and that had been what had led to my discovery of my ''bill past due'' status (blatant lie). Even so, and to my pleasant surprise (since I've utilized this process quite a few times in the past already), my request to have the late fee waived was approved, and I was told to expect to see a credit on my statement within the next 3-5 days. Upon reviewing my  ''macy's American Express''  I could not locate anywhere a breakdown of my actual transaction, but because I was running so close against the clock to keep my medical appointment I'd decided that I would wait until a later time to call them directly for assistance in tracking down that information.

Upon making my doctor's appointment I mentioned to my PCP that I was still experiencing some complications with the hacking up of thick green phlegm, plus requested that a different medication be prescribed to replace the  methocarbamol  joke which was doing literally ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for my headaches. After asking me more details regarding my headaches, the Doctor conceded that what I'm experiencing are more likely to be forms of  migraines,nbsp; rather than [his initially diagnosed] ''tension'' headaches, and said that he would prescribe a medication found to be effective for treating migraines. He also said he'd schedule a few ''follow-up'' appointments and another battery of tests for sometime into the next year -- unfortunately, in response to my decision to cut back on my working hours, I'd signed-up for a different ''EPO'' insurance plan through ''HealthCare.gov'' just the previous night (which, because of the very LOW-- thus ''suspicious'' --premiums which have me in the mindset of hoping I'll never need any sort of medical procedures in the coming year, allowed me enough of a financial window to sign-up for a separate  dental  plan).

Back at the apartment I did my best to ''repair'' my outside mobiles/chimes that had been damaged in the strong winds we'd experiences several nights ago. I then cleaned and made first use of my new ''deep fryer,'' utilizing it as a modified ''steamer'' to prepare my ''lunches'' for the next couple of work days (whiting fish and a mix of fresh veggies). I also made the mistake of not getting my prescribed medications right away when I had every chance, since the headache I'd been nursing for over 24-hours which I'd believed had finally alleviated came back upon me, forcing me to go into work with the constant head pain and its ever-accompanying intestinal discomfort issues.

 Saturday Morning (Dec. 8)  at work found us receiving another $50 ''holiday gift card'' for ''Publix'' supermarkets (I'm now guessing that it's some sort of annual tradition with these folks).

December 10 - 16, 2018 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Stole another teenaged girl's panties from the jobsite  Monday Morning (Dec. 10) -- the irony being that it was a third item that was present among the ''less-feminine'' pairs that I'd rejected the on the  Weekend of Nov. 30  but that I'd only managed to come across this time after having made the decision to engage in a more indepth digging around inside her stuffed bags... and this one crusted with the unmistakable evidence of having actually been hugging against Her Young Sweet Pussy prior to having been discarded among her other clothing items! Also among her items I'd uncovered a  ''Victoria's Secret''  bra that was just beyond ''plain-looking'' enough that I'd debated back and forth with myself whether or not to abscond with that particular garment as well, eventually deciding to add that Intimate Article of Clothing to my collection as well.

Coming home from work, I took a route which would have me pass directly by the ''CVS Pharmacy'' where I'd intended to retrieve my prescribed medications, this time opting for the ''Drive-Thru'' service. But after being told the price of all of the items, and inquiring if those were reflective of the ''with insurance'' prices, they claimed that my particular ''Florida Blue Cross'' insurance plan was ''NOT'' accepted at their franchise... and HADN'T BEEN for about a year and a half -- DESPITE having received my prescribed meds ''covered'' there only in the past few instances.

Partially due to the UNCOMFORTABLE chill, I held off on trying to contact my PCP's office to inform them of the ''insurance'' discrepancy with the prescribed medications, waiting until  Wednesday (Dec. 12)  before trying to call with the update as to where I'd prefer retrieving my meds from, but after several attempts to connect directly to my Primary Doctor's personal assistant, I postponed again until the following day  (Thu., Dec. 13),  and after receiving yet again an ''answering'' system, reluctantly left a ''recorded'' message detailing the situation and instructing on where to place the renewed orders, along with the instruction to return my call to confirm that the ''updates'' had been made... but OF COURSE-- as ALWAYS --I'd received not a single ''confirmation call-back.''

On  Friday (Dec. 14)  I decided-- with  some  degree of hesitation --to place an order for a New (''Wide-Screen'') computer monitor... pushed on MAINLY by my desire to watch movies on a ''larger'' viewing screen.

I also on this day decided to hang my new stolen bra from the ceiling fan closest to the apartment entrance where I'd hung the others-- conferring upon the location the Name:  ''BRA-zil.'' --but still finding myself left with a couple of panties remaining out-of-the-loop due to having run out of convenient ''hanging spots'' for them. I also finally decided to utilize my deep fryer for its designed purpose for the first time, with the original ''fish & chips'' batch I'd prepared in it coming out nearly perfect; the second-helpings batch not so much, as I'd encountered a few ''mushy'' spots in the fish batter).

Then finally,  Sunday (Dec. 16)  ended up costing me more of a loss of money spent, first from a shattered jar of  furikake  which dropped from out of the freezer as I was trying to rearrange items inside in order to put away a few newly items I'd purchased after work, then after the later revelation that the new computer monitor I'd just purchase (which I thought I was getting a decent deal on with Amazon's ''additional 5%-off'' checkout coupon), which the tracking information claims should be ready for retrieval tomorrow (Monday), had now been listed first for ''$10'' less than what was originally listed, then literally only a few short minutes later had decreased again in price by yet another $10 PLUS still with the additional 5% ''coupon'' discount... WTF?!!

December 17, 2018 (Monday)
16:15, Eastern Standard Time

Took advantage of the brief solitary time I normally have toward the end of my Monday workshifts to call the ''Amazon.com'' customer service hotline (after being unable to determine the specific contact information I'd required via their ''online'' features, only managing to uncover their direct phone number via the ''GetHuman.com'' website) in order to inquire about the possibility of receiving a ''price match'' for the computer monitor I'd ordered on Friday to reflect the lower price that it was now being listed at, even though I thought it might be a bit of a long-shot and that I might've had to resort to simply returning the unopened item for a refund and just reordering it again at the lower price. After doing some asking around, as he explained that he would not be authorized to, or would not be capable of, handling any such transactions himself, he connected me to somebody who actually did approve of the price adjustment in the form of issuing me a $20 ''store credit'' (''gift card'').

I'd also received a text from my mother about an hour later, informing me that my grandmother had finally given up the ghost in her long struggle sometime around 02:00 or so.

After work, I rode directly to the ''walmart'' on ''Florida Highway 54 @ Little Road'' for a fresh pack of t-shirts, then straight on to the ''Walgreen's'' where I'd requested my prescription orders to be sent which I was expecting NOT to be there... and once again being proven right... only in this instance my Doctor's Assistant did place the medicine order to ''Walgreen's,'' as instructed, but called the order in for the ''Florida 54'' location, rather than at the ''Massachusetts St.'' location I'd emphatically specified (i.e., STILL batting a ''1,000''). Also, the prescription order came up one item short... and I was uncertain WHICH medicine's information was not passed along until I was reduced to conducting research into each of the other medications and-- as if right on key... and with absolutely NO SURPRISES at all --the prescription that got left out was, OF COURSE, the pills to treat my  MIGRAINE HEADACHES!!!

Not long after arriving back at the apartment, some raggedly dressed man was knocking at my door but would not acknowledge my verbal responses. I was about to ignore him after several minutes had it not been for his fiddling around with a tape measure, indicating to me that he was the contractor who had come to get more details about my sink replacement. I asked him if he had heard me calling out to him at all and he claimed he had not (perhaps explaining why no one else ever had in the past either). After taking a new set of measurements and taking one of the counter drawers with him, he said he'd be back to work on the problem the following morning.

After a few more wasted hours, I decided to go retrieve my computer monitor, not prepared at how really lightweight the item was.

It also seems that somebody here is allowing their animal to do its ''dirty business'' out in our grassy areas again... just can't win, can I?

Also finally came to realize that I'd not set up a new ''seasonal archive'' journal page until readying myself to type out this date's entry.

December 18, 2018 (Tuesday)
19:00, Eastern Standard Time

The work team arrived to replace my sink cabinetry just shy of 10:15. While they were working, I turned my attentions to arranging and setting-up my computer station(s) only to discover the same or similar issues I'd been having with the ''custom'' system were now being experienced on the ''replacement'' system, after seemingly working flawlessly the previous night after a ''Windows System'' update.

At first I was concerned that the problem might have involved a defect in the monitor's ''DVI cable,'' which would've royally pissed me off. After enough frustration of not being able to access either of my hard drives either through pre-start set-ups or even via the Operating System installation disc, I angrily reverted back to the single hard drive which contained the latest system configuration, only to find myself regaining access to everything again without any problems! Now thoroughly pissed, I searched the Internet to see if there was any sort of an explanation to this problem and was surprised to learn that there indeed is an issue which arises sometimes when connecting an additional blank hard drive into the system configuration which-- supposedly --could be rectified by tweaking the ''BIOS,'' but which (after a bunch of struggling & searching trying to uncover the tweaks necessary to access the BIOS) did nothing to permit my desired hardware configuration, forcing me (for the time being) to leave the system configured with only the single hard drive connection until I can figure out how to successfully incorporate the alternative drive so that it can be utilized as my ''back-up'' drive.

The crew finally completed the work with the sink cabinets about two hours later, having replaced the entirety of the structure with the exception of the actual counter top.

Called my PCP's office assistant early this morning, prior to the work team arrival, to inquire about my missing medication, being forced again to speak to the ''answering machine,'' and of course I still received not a word from anyone confirming that the order had been placed.

December 20, 2018 (Thursday)
20:45, Eastern Standard Time

Received a text from ''Mimi'' early in the pre-dawn morning (just a couple of minutes after 04:00), offering to lay herself out for another  ''pussylicking''  session later in the evening, which out of concern for cracked sores and rashes around my mouth that I'm still recovering from, and due to the still post-renovation (kitchen) & progressive set-up (electronics) disorganized state of all areas of the apartment, I sort of begged-off.

Later in the afternoon a ''holiday package'' was delivered to all of the units, to which I was surprised-- and appreciative --that they did not involve the standard ''dinner platters'' I normally pass on, but instead consisted of ''household care'' items... a number of which I'd been planning on acquiring at part of a shopping errand, allowing me to save myself both the trip and the expense, not caring so much that most if not all of the items appeared to have been purchased at the ''Dollar Tree.''

I let the practically all-day-long rain prevent me from going out to  ''physically''  check on my migraine medication, but I had no good excuse for not  calling  the location to confirm whether the order was even placed or not.

Also starting to become (eventually) concerned about the large painful swollen knot that had developed under my left armpit since having shaved there about three weeks prior when the issue first arose, which I thought would be something that could've just been ''waited out'' for about a week or two, but the swelling has not seemed to subside and the area is becoming a sore-colored red.

December 21 - 23, 2018 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

 Friday Morning (Dec. 21),  while clearing away the debris from two days of rain and heavy winds, I picked off one of the few  figs  that had developed this year as I saw it was the only one ripening and I'd wanted to preserve it before some blamed squirrel or bird sabotaged it... especially since I'm convinced that there had initially been at least a couple more than just the present three, and that I haven't been confusing it with the new bumper crop of tomatoes I was surprised to see coming along from a damaged and seemingly dying vine.

I also called about my prescribed medication, after two days of not receiving any sort of ''confirmation'' calls from anybody, and of course, yet again, NOBODY WAS LISTENING TO ME, even AFTER I'd reasserted that I'd be claiming the item SPECIFICALLY at the ''Rowan & Massachusetts'' location, even RESUPPLYING the doctor's assistant with the pharmacy's PHONE NUMBER!!!

Very early  Saturday Morning (Dec. 22)  I sent a text to ''Mimi'' informing her that I'd be passing on the opportunity to eat her pussy until my mouth sores healed; she responded back that it was alright and that she'd be spending the remainder of the year in Virginia and would get back in touch with me after her return.

After work I did a brief bit of grocery shopping, using the ''gift card'' I'd received from work, then stopped into the local bank branch to inquire about how to go about closing out my ''Bank of Hawaii'' account and have those remaining funds transferred over here, then went to retrieve my medication, before finally stopping by the Post Office hoping to retrieve the remainder of my ''Amazon.com'' order and instead found the books I'd forgotten I'd ordered from ''Barnes & Noble'' waiting on me.

Due to a ''spillage'' mishap with the frozen pizza I'd ''custom-prepared'' after I'd arrived back inside resulted in motivating me to FINALLY get around to effecting some long-overdue anyway oven cleaning.

January 11 - 13, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

I received a message on my answering machine around Noon  Friday (Jan. 11)  from our shift supervisor informing me that he had made a ''last-minute'' adjustment to the day's schedule, requesting me to come in to work an hour and a half earlier than what was originally posted; because of the late delay I'd decided to disregard the request and went in as per the what was initially expected.

The altered schedule had already included (a couple of weeks in advance) that I was expected to work through the shift on the opposite end an additional four hours before pau hana time to help out with a special event that is held annually. A few hours prior to any activities to finalize preparations and begin attending to the big event, I'd managed to make a scope of some of the girls' clothes lockers and managed to come away with another teen's panty.

Saturday afternoon (Jan. 12)  I'd finally decided to attempt to transfer my personal files over from the laptop onto the ''replacement desktop'' system only to yet again be thwarted by some outright REFUSAL of the system to boot into anything, causing me to wonder why I should've even been surprised at all for the blatant back-handed ''Fuck You!"

Sunday (Jan. 13),  immediately after arriving back to the apartment from work, I'd decided to wait patiently no longer and fired-off a text message to ''Mimi'' letting her know my desire to Eat Her Pussy was again building within me, since she never did specify when she would be returning from her stay in Virginia. (I don't mind Eating her Pie, but my face is still craving a bit of ''variety'' of Vagina, and it's really pissing me off that seems there's going to continue being very little if any hope at all of me eliciting any sort of interest in my ''Licking Hobby'' through the multiple requests I've been posting in ''reddit'' forums, which I've been attempting to use as a post-craigslist  ''Pussy-Eating Dating Service''  since  October 27!

January 18 - 20, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Turns out that fruit flies (and some other boring pest) are determined to prevent me from enjoying any of the tomatoes that have been progressing nicely on my vine -- guess I shouldn't be at all surprised, given that I've barely been ''allowed'' to enjoy hardly ANY of the fruits of my produce! Discovered this  Friday Morning (Jan. 18)  as I was doing last-minute laundry so I could have clean clothes for work and had intended to pluck the only ripening fruit with the intent of letting it complete ripening inside.

Stole another teen girl's panties from the jobsite  Saturday (Jan. 19) -- another of those uneasy-feeling  ''Size-12''  items I'm uncomfortably concerned about. (I am so running out of ''hanging space'' inside my bedroom to accommodate any new additions to my personal little ''Panty Museum.'')

Struggled to fill out my tax returns over the weekend, finally completing the task on  Sunday (Jan. 20),  after  ''TurboTax''  decided to set up a way that would  force  it's users to ''upgrade'' to a 'paid premium' level of service for around an extra $40 charge, and after learning that the online filing service I'd used prior to TurboTax would not accept filings from ''Florida'' residents! I had to go through one other problematic service until finally managing to get everything cued up for transmission to the IRS once the President's stalemate in his Government Shutdown hissy fit is broken.

January 25 - 27, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

On both  Saturday and Sunday Mornings (Jan. 25 & 26)  at work I was in another situation where I could've again taken-off with another ''Teen Panty,'' yet passed on the opportunity on both occasions, partially because the obviously well-worn thing was in quite a tattered condition (despite the lovely item still being of a visually pleasing lacy design), but also partially because of my concern over their available presence being rationalized as ''too much, too soon,'' as they had belonged to the same young lady from whom I'd stolen one of two panties from the same bag on the same day  (Fri., Nov. 30, 2018),  thus causing me to approach her unwitting offer with an uncomforting amount of hesitancy.

But something quite wonderful presented itself to me after a couple of hours of working my way through my scheduled  Sunday (Jan. 27)  workshift, as if it was trying to be a consolation offer to help ''make-up'' for my ''panty thief'' refusal ... having discovered in one of the Girls' restrooms a beautiful collection of a dozen light-colored  ''Pussy Hairs''-- unmistakably all from the same woman (the rarest of rare finds!) --on the floor of one of the toilet stalls, evidently as a result of having been ''groomed out'' by hand and cast to one side onto the ground... something I'd always kept wondering why no women would seem to ever engage in as a practical matter. Because of the uniqueness of the find, I'd chosen to keep them all together in their own specific compress inside my cell phone's protective case separate from the other mass of ''random'' hairy finds I've collected from the Women's Restroom stall floors over the past couple of years of working on location.

February 1 - 3, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

While dumping some of the apartment's accumulated garbage and clearing areas in and around my garden just before Noon on  Friday (Jan. 1)  I'd spotted more relatively recent evidence of the apartment residents two doors down from ''Kelly'' still letting their large dog run loose in the common yard area and dumping its loads there without supervising and picking up afterwards, so I responded by yet again calling into the property management office to launch a detailed and impassioned complaint ... they claimed that  ''this time''  they'd be addressing the complaint -- of course that'll remain to be seen.

I had deliberately waited until Friday and Saturday when I was at the jobsite before I was able to ''verify'' the new online email accounts I was trying to establish with  ''Microsoft/Outlook"-- in order to finally TRASH that ever-infuriating  ''Yahoo!''  ''trash'' --because I'd refused to submit my own personal cell number to them just to receive some stupid-ass SMS-code that offers absolutely no way to work around it! ...so I solved that irritating problem by using the worksite's phone instead. I then spent a good part of  Sunday (Feb. 3)  trying to go through my various online registered accounts in order to update my contact/registration email address with the ''Outlook'' address: it was during this process that I was yet again unceremoniously punched in the fucking face by those bastitches at ''CHASE,'' still kicking me in my gonads by their UTTER REFUSAL to leave my fucking online-account  passwords  ALONE!!!! - so once again they've got me fucking locked out of accessing my account!

The working weekend was crazy-hectic... so much was on our plate that if we weren't having problems prior to or en route to arriving on the scene then everything was just one huge clusterfuck in one sense or another, complete with breakdowns in communications, the whole ''SNAFU'' & ''FUBAR''.

February 4 - 7, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Was presented with a nice little surprise gift at work on  Monday (Feb. 4)  where I once again came across a small collection of  pussy hairs  which had evidently come from the same woman from whom I'd gathered them the closing weekend of the previous month -- even though these latest ones had been found in a different restroom, these alternate facilities were still linked (in an opposite corner location) to the same women's locker room where I'd found the previous strands, the hairs looked identical to the ones I'd found earlier, and they were cast aside in a similar fashion and location inside of a stall that was similarly located whereby a building wall was on the ''right-hand'' side of the toilet. This time there were only four or five loose strands that were retrieved from the floor.

Immediately after leaving work I rode directly out to the taxation office to renew my motorcycle's registration before waiting until the deadline date, then stopped into ''Home Depot'' to purchase some new (replacement) cabinet knobs along with a new light switch for the bathroom and three light switch plates (two of sort-of metalic-looking plastic for the main room & bedroom, and a wooden one for the bathroom) -- I would not learn until the following day  (Tue., Feb. 5)  that not only did I miscount how many knobs I'd needed but that even the remaining items of the original set that came with the apartment would also benefit from being switched out.

I finally worked up the nerve  Wednesday afternoon (Feb. 6)  to return to updating and trying the next step to finish setting-up the operating system on the  ''HP'' desktop  I'd purchased through ''ebay,'' only to yet again keep getting faced with the problem of boot failures, despite all the repeated rounds of full system scrubs and reinstallations! Occasionally, a switching back & forth between hard drives seemed to bypass the problem, but only temporarily, and eventually, during ''start-up diagnostic repairs'' I'd received an indication in the form of code error messages that I had to research online that the main hard drive I was trying to install to was being reported as failing... and since the second original hard drive was similarly not responding properly (suggesting an issue with the motherboard) I tested the system on the hard drive that came included in the ''ebay'' system, and when that one seemed to be working I made the decision to try reinstalling the operating system onto that drive using my original custom system with seeming success up-to the loading of LAN and sound system drivers and the installation of the available system updates from ''Microsoft'' before shutting it all down with the intent of later reconfiguring the internal components back to the way they had been originally, with the exception of the replacement hard drive from the ''ebay'' purchase, which I'd deliberately avoided because (1) it had already come pre-installed with a user set-up with a  ''Windows XP: Home Premium''  OS and (2) due to personal prejudices as I'd long since been advised against trusting in  ''Seagate''  hard drives (from sources I can no longer recall).

February 8 - 10, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

While at the jobsite  Saturday (Feb. 9)  I was surprised to find that I'd received a direct response to one of my  ''pussylicking offering''  posts on ''reddit'' (which I'd been trying to utilize for that purpose since the last week of  October,  in the wake of ''craigslist personals'' demise), claiming to be from a St. Petersburg woman who was expressing interest, but of whose genuinness and sincerity I had my doubts, yet I still replied back with a few generalized details and a request for a follow-up, truly not expecting much in the way of a response back. Ironically, about four hours later I'd received a text from ''Mimi'' asking if she could come by later in the week for her own Pussy-Licking session, saying that she'd like to consider Monday for a get-together.

Also toward the end of my workshift on the same day, I had a bit of a startling experience, as I'd heard the sound of someone opening a door outside one of the girls' locker rooms while I was in the process of attempting another  ''panty hunt,''  to which I'd responded by trying to escape though the rear exit as rapidly as possible while making as little sound as possible [hopefully] without being heard and without appearing too suspicious had I had the misfortune of encountering another person.

I returned home from work  Sunday (Feb. 10)  to another instance of somebody's vehicle taking over my established parking spot. I was very inclined this time to make my request for its removal plainly known an expected, as in this instance, unlike all the previous other times this has happened, I was not provided enough space to squeeze my cycle through to not only secure it with its cable & u-bolt lock but to also  ''inconvenience''  the violators by restricting their access to their driver-side door and forcing them to ''maneuver'' their vehicle back out of the space once they were ready to vacate the spot. Unfortunately, though I had somewhat of a suspicion, I had absolutely no confirmed certainty which of the residents belonged to the encroaching vehicle, thus I was forced to reposition my locking array and park in the next space over.

After returning inside, I learned the hard way that I could not use multiple cooking appliances on a single ''standard'' extension cord, as trying to simultaneously heat skillet and deep-fryer oil while also using the coffee maker to brew lotus tea caused the cord to overheat and erupt at the socket base and trip the circuit breaker, which also led me to discover that the wall socket where I have the refrigerator plugged in shares the same circuit.

Later in the day I sent a text to Mimi recommending sometime after 14:00 for her Pussy Licking session; she responded back immediately confirming for 14:30.

February 11 - 14, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Mimi arrived somewhere around ten minutes past 15:00  Monday (Feb. 11),  after I'd done some earlier sprucing-up around the apartment, including scrubbing some collection of spreading mold around the windows in the northeast corner with sodium hypochlorite spray and disinfectant wipes, before trying to catch a bit of a nap to try to rest-off some of the migraine I had been experiencing since earlier in the morning.

Ironically, earlier in the morning, I'd received a follow-up from ''Ms. St.Pete'' questioning my validity and sincerity because of my having told her in my previous reply back to her that I don't ''kik'' or have access to any ''apps'' or programs requiring a so-called ''smart phone'' or at least a  ''Windows 8''  operating system, and I explained this to her, informing her that if my aversion to wasting money needlessly on unwanted/unneeded technological gidgets & gazmos was too much of a problem for her (whether it was due to any suspicions she might have or just because she didn't want to be put under any inconveniences) that I'd gladly honor and respect her decision to break-off any further communications. To tell the honest truth, a large part of me was grateful that she'd opted to discontinue contact, as I'd been experiencing my own discomforts with her, being that she'd identified herself as a ''50-year-old'' who (quote/unquote) ''squirts a lot'' and who was incapable of ''hosting'' a pussylicking session -- and upon my reviewing through her own ''requests'' that she'd publicly posted on her own behalf I found that she'd expressed that she expected to have her ''asshole'' licked as well, which I'm DEFINITELY *NOT* down for.

The real kicker to all of this, however, is the fact that I really wasn't all that enthusiastic about Mimi arriving with the offer either, as I've lately been finding myself over the previous couple of week no longer desiring, and in fact seemingly losing interest in, Eating Pussy... from  ANYONE -- and even as I was supplying Mimi with my oral attentions to the point where she was practically pouring buckets of Pussy Slime out of herself, the whole encounter felt like I was just going through the motions and not receiving any real enjoyment or benefit out of the encounter.

By week's end I regretted having not taken advantage of three full days of quite pleasant weather to perform a much needed oil change on my motorcycle, as the oil levels have recently been dipping below its lowest point, not to mention that the color of remaining oil itself is approaching black as tar.

February 15 - 17, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Well... ''Microsoft'' decided this weekend that they too wanted to get in on all of the ''Let's Fucking Fuck With Me And Piss Me The Fuck Off'' action that ''Goo-Goo and the Yay-hoos'' were sucking up on with me through their own respective ''mail'' services, with ''Micro-Flaccid'' outdoing them BOTH, by  LOCKING ME OUT OF MY BRAND-FUCKING NEW ACCOUNTS  (or as they described it, ''TEMPORARILY SUSPENDED'') which they kept REJECTING me reaccessing UNTIL I'd ONCE AGAIN supplied them with a ''CELL PHONE'' number in order to input some punk-ass SMS text... all on some 100% ''BULLSHIT'' charge (which I knew from the get-go was Total B.S.) that their system had been ''monitoring'' what they claimed was ''unusual'' or ''suspicious activity'' with my accounts (yes, ''BOTH'' of them!) and that they needed me to  ''re-VERIFY''  with some stupid texted ''code'' -- DESPITE THE FACT that I'd already instructed their systems to contact me for such ''verification'' purposes through my fucking  ''alternative email addresses,''  which was what I thought the fucking things were FOR in the first dambed place!!! So once again I had to wait until  Friday (Feb. 15)  to use the ''company phone'' at work in order to receive and submit their stupid fucking ''verification code''... and they keep slapping me in my face with some obnoxious and annoying ''modal pop-up'' asking me how likely I'd be to ''recommend'' their mail service... and each time it happens I vote ''ZERO'' and explain that first it was because of those dambed interfering and obstructive modal windows, but now with their LYING BULLSHIT about some supposed ''alarming activity'' they've just uped the ante and caused me to ''double-down.'' (Fucking techno-cretins!)

TWO ''TEENAGER PANTIES'' from the jobsite  Saturday (Feb. 16) -- both with little bits of ''Pee'' smell in them: one from one of the ''Lost-&-Found'' hampers; the other from an unsecured backpack (withing which was actually an additional set, which I thought were very lovely and would have been giddy to have but which I'd deemed ''TOO SMALL for Comfort' (...I can only ''perv'' but so much...).'

I found it odd that my mother hadn't texted me the entire weekend (as has been her habit), so for I was appreciative that for once in a long time I'd been given a rare respite from the weekly annoyance. But not too long after arriving back home from work on  Sunday (Feb. 17)  my phone alerted to a set of three calls in rapid succession, one of which being from the same number, which started to have me a bit concerned that MAYBE somebody may have been getting in contact with me in a ''next-of-kin'' manner to inform me of some detrimental issue involving her, especially when I could not uncover any information online about the numbers other than that one was registered to a ''landline'' phone and the other was listed or ID'ed as a ''VOIP'' number, thus stirring my suspicions, so when I went back into the jobsite I used the on-site computer to send her a ''text-via-email'' to ask her if she'd recognized either of the two numbers... plus as a way to check-in to see whether or not she was actually alright.

February 18, 2019 (Monday)
20:55, Eastern Standard Time

Read a follow-up text just past Midnight that I'd received from my mother, easing my concerns a bit plus verifying that the numbers that was trying to access my cell number were clearly either some frauds of some sort (esp. considering the ''VOIP'' number) or perhaps someone dialing an incorrect or previously-associated contact number.

Took a planned detour route after work to ''Home Depot'' for the new cabinet knobs to complete the set, grabbing a heavy duty replacement electrical extension cord at the same time, plus to look into purchasing a couple more  bell pepper  plants (red, no more ''green'' bells) and intending to adopt a new/replacement  beefsteak tomato  plant, the latter of which they'd completely sold out of, but wound up getting ''substituted'' anyway with the purchase of a couple of  macaque peach (''kiwifruit'')  sproutlings @ $10 each, having not a clue whether or not I'd managed to acquire a requisite ''male/female'' pair for fruit-bearing; included in this purchase was a new packet of ''royal burgundy'' string bean seeds and a tray of  ''hakusai''  Chinese cabbages, which contained six (6) individual plants complete o_0.

During the planting of the new batch of garden items in my still quite limited space (including sowing another attempt at multicolored carrots), I resorted to stripping out what had once been my pride & joy of my garden display... the ''border lights'' which I'd now come to discover were really not designed for outside usage despite what the manufacturers say, as everything was literally rusting away and falling apart.

February 22 - 24, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

While doing more work in my email accounts  Friday Morning (Feb. 22)  I decided to view what was said to be the latest ''updates'' of my DNA-breakdown results from ''Ancestry.com,'' whereupon part of the ''updated'' information was to determine that what was once labeled generally as 1% ''Asian/Native-American'' was now deemed to be more precisely pinpointed to the ''Philippines,'' after which I sent a text (via email) to share with my mother with this latest curious discovery.

While still toodling around in the site I reviewed a new direct message from way back at the start of the New Year which proclaimed that our ''DNA-match'' revealed that we shared a familial relationship as  ''First Cousins.'' After a few brief exchanges (my assumption was that he must have been accessing messages via a ''smart phone'') it was quickly revealed that he was the youngest son (whom I've no memory of) of one of my father's sisters, whose daughter I'd had a mad crush on as a child of about 11 or 12-years when she was about 14 and ''leggy'' and pretty. From one of his messages, I got the sense that he must've been a ''baby'' or toddler by the time I'd already been brought down to Southwestern Virginia. Once we'd established where we both fit in the arrangement, he helped clarify some misinformation I'd had about some of what I thought I'd known about our family dynamic, particularly that I'd misidentified which sibling of our ''mutual cousins'' (sons to one of my father's other sisters) had died after having contracted AIDS, but he also informed me that he hadn't actually died of the disease itself but that he had decided to end his own life during that phase of his infection (as an ''escape clause''? -- it wasn't clarified nor had I chosen to inquire about it at that time). I wanted to focus on other things, especially in preparation for getting a bit of rest before having to go in to work an ''early'' shift, since I'd been roused from sleep and had remained awake since around 03:00.

For the next two days in a row  (Sat.-Sun., Feb. 23-24)  I found myself having to now deal with *TWO* jackasses parked in my normal area, forcing me yet again to relocate my lock & cable, and trying to squeeze in between BOTH vehicles... and it upset me that neither of them (ESPECIALLY the one parked in my ''normal'' spot) wouldn't have tried to do the ''Common Decency'' thing by having their vehicle parked elsewhere by the time I'd arrived back from work... or at least to have it/them gone from the area at least sometime during the day before I had to leave again for work... but, Nyoooooooo.....

On Sunday I also found that the string bean seeds I'd been keeping inside a moistened paper towel since Thursday had sprouted quicker and larger than I was anticipating/expecting, so I arranged them in spots inside the garden area in hopes of seeing them grow steadily... now I'm just waiting to see what progress, if any, the carrot seeds planted earlier in the week make, or if I'll have to try the same technique with them as I did with the stringers.

February 28, 2019 (Thursday)
21:30, Eastern Standard Time

After procrastinating almost to the last reasonable minute, I finally motivated myself enough to go out and change the oil and oil filter in my motorcycle and clean out its air filters sometime between 16:00-17:00, following a ''wash-&-rain'' session that had occurred over the past two days. As it was getting to be sundown by the time I'd finally completed the task, I chose to (yet again) put-off on the ''protective coating'' phases of care, option to address those concerns tomorrow while attending to my backlog of laundry.

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