October 24 - 31, 2019 (Thursday-Thursday)
'''Vacation' Week''

Finally determined that I was going to venture out to keep my out-of-state trip promise  Thursday (Oct. 24),  making preparations until some time after 11:20, round about, having already checked & topped-off my oil level and tire pressure, plus tying a  ''Good-Luck'' panty  (one from among those that I'd found discarded in the Summer of 2017) around my left-side rear-view mirror of my motorcycle the previous night.

The trip gave me an appreciation for just how far and for how long ''Mimi'' has to travel whenever she visits me for a ''Pussylicking'' date when I reached Brooksville after I'd overshot my intended ''Florida-52'' turn-off to connect to ''Interstate-75.''

My first and only ''restaurant stop'' of the trip was at a ''Captain-D's'' in ''Lake City,'' where, inspired by the continual misidentification by the young lady working the counter taking my order, I'd made the determined decision that during the entirety of this trip I would take full and  deliberate  advantage of my continued tendency of being misaddressed as  ''Ma'am''  by accessing and utilizing only  ''Female-designated''  public restrooms, as I am wont to do in ''safe'' situations anyway, as I have NEVER been keen on using ''male-designated'' facilities due to their frequently less-than-desirable conditions (honestly not even anything ''sexually-suggestive'' or motivated about it at all, despite all of my rabid antics surrounding ''panty-thieving'' and ''cunnilingus-trawling''). -- So beginning at that ''Captain-D's'' location, and continually on through every fuel station and travelers' ''rest stop'' where I'd chosen to relive myself throughout the entirety of  both legs  of the trip, I simply headed straight for the  ''Women's''  Restrooms-- whether occupied or not --and entered the facilities as if I'd owned the places... in almost all cases without my helmet on so as to allow my poofy shoulder-length hair to aid in the deception, hoping to avoid ever having to appeal to the ''transgender identity'' fallback explanation as a defense. (Admittedly however, I still would've felt pretty self-conscious about doing so if I'd have had to have done so should it have coincided with the presence of a ''younger'' girl, with the youngest I'd encountered during one of the return-trip Florida rest stops appearing to have been roughly somewhere around 12-14 yrs. of age.)

It was also during my first ''Interstate Rest Stop'' break that one of the clasps on the shoulder strap of my digital camera case snapped like fucking styrofoam as I was attempting to slip it back on across my shoulder where I'd been toting it up until that moment.

As that first night came on, and the chill in the air became increasingly colder, those notorious tightening burning painful cramps in my back along my shoulder blades began flaring-up and causing problems (as I'd been worried that they would even during the weeks prior to leaving for the trip); and at each new stop for refueling or pee-breaks found me putting on an additional layer of clothing to shield my torso from the wind (I'd expected things to get chilly during the trip, but nothing like what eventually occurred, which was revealed to be 42° F when I'd finally decided to check my motorcycle's thermometer prior to vacating from the first rest stop I'd pulled into after crossing into Virginia. -- So by the time I'd finally reached my destination  Friday Morning (Oct. 25, around 09:00-ish or so)  I was violently shivering and in considerable pain in my back and somewhat weak in my legs (remarkably, I'd managed to complete the entire leg of the journey without ever stopping for a ''Nap-Break,'' although I did try to make a single 'forced' attempt at a Tennessee rest stop, but it was far too cold outside to get relaxed to any reasonable extent).

I'd gotten confused and disoriented after taking one of the ''Roanoke'' exit ramps and found myself looping back around from Hershberger Road and continuing down Williamson Road, hoping to connect via Tenth Street, only to learn that the whole of 10th Street was completely closed off due to the road-expansion work being done on that entire stretch between Williamson Road and Orange Avenue.

When I finally arrived at the house and tried my keys in the back door I came to realize that the entire knob had been changed-out (which was visibly evident but for some reason would not immediately register); and upon hearing me fiddling around at the front door, my Mother finally let me in, saying that she was literally just in the process of preparing to install a ''key safe'' outside in response to having to put the new knob in following her having broken the previous one after realizing she'd locked ALL of her house keys-- including the ''spares'' --inside.

Rather than going straight to sleep, I spent some time engaging in conversation and trying to figure her phone out in order to set-up her email, and discovering how much of a hot mess programming her phone (and all? so-called ''smart phones'') truly was. Later, after a few hours' nap, I used her phone to order a pizza from ''Domino's'' -- the first pizza I'd ordered in I can't even begin to remember how many months?

Sunday morning (Oct. 27)  I shared and ate the papaya I'd brought from my garden tree, then later left a voicemail on  ''Gracie's''  phone informing her of my presence in town and asking if she'd like to get together later in the evening. When she called back during her employee break at her job, she'd asked for me to meet her in front of her place of work at around 19:00 at the end of her shift, saying that she would call back around that time.

While awaiting Gracie's return call, I shared with Mother some of the images on my computer relating to the ''grand-members'' of the ''paternal'' side of my family, which she'd said she had not seen, which came to my mind after she'd again reminded me that she had only recently acquired but one single photographic image of her grandmother. During this ''show-&-tell'' presentation she spotted a file-folder labeled,  ''Jackie,''  which she then inquired about: and after explaining that she was the first  ''real''  girlfriend I'd ever had just prior to my returning to Kansas for the final time, and in answering several follow-up questions she had about her, it was discovered that they'd actually known each other, as my mother revealed that Jackie had once worked with her in the nursing home as her secretary!

As I responded to Gracie's call, telling her to expect me in roughly ten minutes, having agreed to meet with her in front of her workplace, I parked my motorcycle in ''IHOP's'' parking lot-- where I'd agreed to take her for dinner (in order to use the gift card that had been sitting unused for two years, that I'd originally thought I'd be using during on-the-road rest-stop breaks) --and walked over to where she was standing outside of ''Kroger,'' leaning against one of the pillars. As I was approaching her I could see she was engaged in conversation on her phone with someone: I'd assumed it might have been her grandmother, but as I came around to the other side and stood next to her I could clearly hear the back and forth conversation she was having with my Mother, complaining about how I'd supposedly passed right by her, didn't acknowledge her, and just took off, having absolutely no clue that it was me who had walked past her and subsequently stood beside her throughout her phone conversation.  (My mother would later reveal to me that this was actually the fourth such call Gracie had made to her to complain about my supposed ''insensitivity,'' never having once considered the possibility that she simply might have been ''mistaken'' about the identity of the person she claimed to have encountered earlier, nor considering any other number of possible explanations as to what might have been involved in what she'd ''perceived'' to be the case -- which I'd never bothered to try to acknowledge or explain until after I'd dropped her back off at her apartment.)

It was very relieving that the IHOP meal was covered by a gift card, as both Gracie and myself were thoroughly unimpressed with our meals, and I was equally disappointed with the overall experience itself, which included tough stringy/gristly [supposed] ''sirloin tips'' I had to keep spitting out, undercooked fried shrimp, and improperly washed dishes.

I had to try to argue Gracie down from trying to leave a  ''Ten-Dollar'' tip  on a $27 total bill that only actually cost just over two dollars to cover the difference beyond the $25 gift card value -- because of which she'd eventually mentioned that she wanted to leave at least four dollars after the cash balance had been covered.

I left for the return trip just a shy bit after 10:00 the following morning  (Mon., Oct. 28),  making sure to have once again topped-off my motor oil levels prior to which, not having had any opportunity to visit any other family members while there.

As with the initial trip run, I made only a single meal stop, having pulled into a ''Panda Express'' (a restaurant chain which has really deflated in quality since my time in Hawaii, which has ever been my only experience with the chain which had a station inside the ''Ala Moana Food Court'' up until that time) in some seemingly obscure place called Ootewah, Tennessee -- even though I'd originally wanted to consider the ''Chick-fil-A'' that was right next door, and where I'd been in actuality craving some of those fakey ''onion rings'' from the ''Burger King'' that was similarly a stone's throw away.

Unlike the departure trip, I was finding myself fighting involuntary on-road sleep attacks which finally forced me to pull off of the Interstate to try to catch a 'Power-Nap' at rest stop, pulling into the one just outside of ''Pinehurst, Georgia,'' but it would not prove to be sufficient enough to carry through the remainder of the journey as I'd also be finding myself making additional stops at the Florida State Line's ''Rest Stop''/''Visitor's Center,'' in a parking lot directly in front of a ''Lake City'' shopping center's ''24-hour'' workout establishment which had some activity going on inside & out, and finally at another Interstate Rest Stop outside of ''Gainsville.'' It was during this leg of the trip that I'd managed to come across where I'd had my first-ever experience-- and only-ever ''good'' experience --with ''Captain-D's'' restaurant, which was located in ''Adel, Georgia.''

I finally arrived back at base just a bit shy of 12:30  Tuesday Afternoon (Oct. 29),  whereupon I immediately proceeded to water my garden, then once back inside almost just as quickly sent out a text to ''Mimi'' asking her if she'd be interested in a post-trip ''Pussylicking'' encounter.

Also awaiting me at the front door was yet another Sunday newspaper, more damage to my deteriorating door decorations, and a parcel addressed to one of the former residents of this apartment (the same one a couple of ''NPRPD'' officers had attempted to execute a ''wellness check'' on a few months back) sent from the local hospital, labeling the contents as ''personal items.'' (Regarding the latter, I'd attempted to conduct some ID-searches on the Internet of individual named and hadn't found much regarding his present state of existence or location, but did come across mugshot information which reported that he had been placed under arrest for a couple of counts of check forgery or some related issue.)

Finally, after some brief catching-up on my emails, money&expenses-related activities & issues, and the installation of several updated computer programs, I fell dead into sleep, only to have to deal with a migraine later.

I'd also begun to take notice of just how eerily unsettling it has become (for me) around the apartment complex since Kelly's departure and the absence of her activity.

Then finally on  ''Closing-Week Thursday'' (Oct. 31)  I finally made my decision to acquire (at the ''Walmart'' on U.S. 19 & Ridge Road) a package of ''hair coloring'' product  (supposedly ''For Women'')  and some ''hair removal lotion'' to get rid of this obnoxious snow-colored wool that has overtaken the entirety of my forearms.

I'd also wanted to use the shopping trip as an opportunity to somewhat play ''dress-up'' (unaware of the irony that it coincidentally and simultaneously was actually ''Dress-up Holiday Night'' -- or ''Halloween'') by wearing and stuffing one of the bras I'd stolen from the young ladies at work, along with (reluctantly) one of the lesser-favored panties from what I'd found among the ''bulk'' collection, for the sole purpose of keeping my ''outie'' members in check as an additional guise to employ in order to use for female public restroom access, but the entire time I felt completely phony and uncomfortable and would've actually felt more ''normal'' and more confident had I simply not attempted to ''deceptively'' modify anything about myself anyway, despite the fact that I was all but prepared to use a  ''gender identity''  argument as a justifiable excuse. I was also disappointed that when I finally did go inside (even though I didn't really need to use it) the entire area was completely empty! -- It would not be until as I was departing with my purchases that I'd learn that there was a second set of restrooms in store (these ones located at the very front, rather than in the rear where I went) which were experiencing, and were surrounded by, all of the activity I was expecting and genuinely hoping to encounter, for the purpose of going into ''Full Testing'' mode.

''Mimi'' also did not respond back to my text until Thursday morning, saying that she was similarly out of town (which was something I'd been suspecting) and would not be returned until sometime after the weekend. I told it that it would probably be better that way anyhow, as we could use our next meeting as ''stress relief'' following the return to our normal ''Daily Grind'' routine; she contacted me back later in the night saying that she might be returned by Tuesday.

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

I was not permitted to prepare a ''lunchtime'' meal a couple of hours before having to make preparations for work  Friday (Nov. 1)  because of having to track down where this latest ant invasion was originating from, having after seemingly ignored every other opportunity that had been openly available to them found the discarded shells of the stuffed scallops I'd cooked earlier and had left lying out on the kitchen counter somehow worthy of their aggressive swarming attention. I could only spray along the major areas where I'd observed their activity, believing that I had uncovered their hiding place inside one of the crack beneath my wall cabinet; I would once again discover on the following day  (Sat., Nov. 1)  that I'd actually not been able to successfully track down their source at that earlier time, as it was revealed that either their  ''true''  or  ''additional''  hiding place was in another crack in the back-tile behind the sink, having learned this as I was about to sort away all of the clean dishes that I'd rewashed the previous day as a response to all of the elimination spraying that I'd done in response out of the belief that they'd all been contaminated as a result.

Also, prior to leaving for work Friday, I finally broke down and decided to do a quick and piss-poor job of ''repatching'' the loosened soles of those stink-ass trash  ''Nike''  shoes, having decidedly come to the true realization that I was never going to ever get around to producing and posting to ''Amazon.com'' any ''video review'' of the item, warning other potential customers away from it or any of the company's products.

Made the decision at work  Sunday (Nov. 3)  to leave the site with another bra-- one that had been sitting in one of the ''Lost & Found'' bins seemingly forever --to have on hand should I again decide to attempt to ''modify'' my physical presentation to further test my abilities to access the ''female-designated'' public restrooms without being confronted or scrutinized: this item was intended to allow me a roomier, more comfortable appliance to wear, one wherein my follow-up presentation would involve the employment of  ''water-filled balloons''  (which I'd bought a pack of the previous morning) to complete the illusion. Unfortunately, this one too proved to be too small (especially in the ''cup'' volume) to where I don't think I'd be able to wear it without any uneasiness regarding any ''wardrobe failures'' that might potentially occur during an outing... but after sporting it indoors as part of an initial test-run, at least in my eyes it looks pretty ''convincing'' for the most part.

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

Changed course a bit on  Monday (Nov. 4)  by claiming a new panty from one of the locker rooms at the jobsite that I normally would have rejected for not looking ''femininey'' enough but determined that they might keep my genitalia in check sufficiently enough should I again attempt to employ garment-enhanced ''deceptive measures'' for public restroom access.  (Related to hijacking female underclothes, I would learn later in the day that the most recent bra I brought home was a poor choice for fabricating false breasts using the water-filled balloon method.)

Also took care of paying an advance on my Internet subscription to cover until the end of next year's rental lease after returning from work Monday.

Tuesday and Wednesday (Nov. 5 & 6)  turned into ''No Dice'' for a Pussy Licking date with ''Mimi.''

It also wasn't until Tuesday and Wednesday that the absence of activity relating to the southwest end apartment finally became ''noticeable,'' which was confirmed Wednesday when I'd observed another key safe around that unit's doorknob when I removed the trash from my apartment.

As I'd not heard anything back from Mimi by 13:45  Thursday (Nov. 7),  I sent her a text asking if she'd be able to swing by, and she responded about twenty minutes later with a confirmation. She'd arrived at around 16:20, just as I was finally getting over a migraine that had been bugging me throughout the day that I was repeatedly trying to defecate out and drown-out with caffeine -- she stayed until a bit past 18:00.

At one point during our encounter she brought-up that she needed to recharge her smart phone after two days, and I commented how my charge typically lasts about four days, but that factors in the fact that I get almost no usage out of it. When she mentioned how much usage her phone gets between her and her son, and how she felt she really needed a desktop, I offered her the ''screenless'' laptop, informing her that all it needed was a VGA-compatible monitor in order to get full usage out of it, and that the ''ethernet'' connection failed and therefore required a ''Wi-Fi'' connection in order to access the Internet.

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

On  Saturday Morning (Nov. 9)  I returned the ''didn't work out'' bra back to the ''Lost-&-Found'' box I'd taken it from the previous weekend; the following morning  (Sun., Nov. 10)  had me coming across what it seemed would be the perfect bra for my (possible) intended purposes in a different locker room, also in a receptacle that  ''may'' or ''may not have''  actually been designated as a ''Lost-&-Found'' box -- it was difficult to discern for certain; but due to the fact that one of the hooks had been inserted through the looped threads in the waistband of pair of pants where such sewing is typically used to hold a ''brand tag'' in place (of which in this instance was missing), that, along with the number of ''neatly folded'' clothing items also inside the container, gave too much of an uncomfortable impression that such hooking had been done deliberately and that the contents of the box might have been there for some other more ''attentive'' purpose.

I'd again come across another panty Saturday inside the same ''Lost-&-Found'' box from which I'd removed the other two pair last weekend in its designated locker room, but this was soooo  tiny  in size that there was absolutely no way I could even force myself to make off with them.

And again, on Sunday, after returning from work, I was finally greeted to  No Sunday Newspaper  outside my door.

November 25 - December 1, 2019 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full [holiday] Week in Review''

Following about three weeks' worth of problems, the ''starter switch'' on my motorcycle, which had been frustrating me with its behavior of not wanting to completed an ignition circuit without a good deal of ''rinse-&-repeat'' coaxing, seemed to inexplicably want to clear-up by  Monday Afternoon (Nov. 25),  and again during a brief test start a couple of nights later. But when it became time to try to leave for work  Friday (Nov. 29),  an entirely new starting problem emerged in that though there was clearly an open and sufficient electrical current completing the circuit to the engine, the engine itself kept refusing to turn-over until the battery was eventually tapped-out of any reserve energy sufficient enough to be of any effective consequence (which I was to soon learn required  at least  a north-of 80% charge level to be of any use for such a purpose).

This new situation curiously presented itself on a day when I'd been caught off-guard with a previous day's call informing me to be aware that I'd been rescheduled to come in to work a full hour and a half earlier than I'm normally scheduled, and I'd planned on taking advantage of this rescheduling in order to grab a few needed items en route-- particularly my  ''New 52 Justice League''  coffee mug that I'd ordered from ''Walmart'' online as a replacement for the first one I'd broken the handle off of at work three weeks prior, which I'd first purchased in their store but could no longer find stocked in any of the ones I'd visited since then --to culminate with a final stop at one of the ''Burger King'' restaurants along the way in order to use their ''free sandwich survey code'' coupon:  ''curiously,''  because of the fact that I'd also planned on do so in  full  ''Miss Cureaid''  ('masquerade') ''dress-up,'' once again utilizing a filled bra (this time using water balloons) and a panty to restrain my male genitalia beneath my working clothes, along with painted fingernails, just in case I'd found myself having to relieve myself at some point during the activity run, which would've almost certainly occurred during the ''B.K.'' meal stop.

But due to the drain on the battery, I was required to remove the unit from its housing and commence a recharging operation, throughout which calling the on-duty supervisor to inform him of the situation, just in case the process interfered with my ability to arrive to the jobsite within the newly scheduled time window.

The recharging process continued to take longer than anticipated, resulting in several ''update'' calls being made to the work site. After about an hour and a half and a refilled charge, I replaced the battery inside the cycle and gave it another starting attempt, only to again result in another drain and about another hour and a half of recharging.

During this second recharging session, rather than just standing around in wait, I decided to walk to the Post Office (which would've been the first stop on my itinerary anyway)-- still in my full  ''Miss Cureaid''  get-up --to retrieve my most recently delivered order from ''Amazon.com'' (a new DVD movie and a new pair of replacement gloves for motorcycle riding). Among the mail was my latest statement from my bank in Hawaii, which would have me discovering that instead of still having at least $1,000 in my checking account I'd only had barely over $150 remaining... along with an assessed $8.00 ''service fee'' to boot.

On the return trip back, I decided to take a bit of an ''extended'' route to cut through the heart of the ''club scene,'' as I was now more than a bit curious about the very conspicuous absence for about the past two or three months of the  ''Every Friday Night Outdoors Reggae''  that would emanate from the back deck of the club down on the corner from us. As I passed in front of the establishment, it revealed that not only was the ''outside'' dark, quiet and empty... but so was the ''inside,'' which seemed to confirm my nagging suspicion that the establishment had in fact discontinued business operations.

During the third engine restart attempt it was acting a bit as though it were again threatening to drain the battery down, but it did finally manage to sputter itself to a troubled start, all-in-all preventing my pre-work shopping/errand run and having me arrive onto the work site an hour and a half past what would've been my regular/normal start time.

Everything involving the my shopping ventures originally intended for Friday was followed-up on after work  Saturday (Nov. 30),  taking a pee break inside the SR-54/Little Road Walmart's front-of-store women's restroom after claiming my coffee mug plus a few additional purchases (deciding to hold off on some of the intended items there until a later date), followed by a stop at ''Dollar Tree'' hoping to purchase a couple extra pairs of thong sandals and another ''Autumn-themed'' drinking glass (neither of which were any longer available) before wrapping it up at the SR-54/Madison Street ''Winn-Dixie.'' My first stop prior to any of them however was at the Seven Springs ''Publix,'' where I'd managed to come away with four free tins of  ''Blue Diamond'' almonds  as a result of someone in the store not removing the expired  ''Buy One; Get One''  promotional tags for the items from the shelves, and had it revealed to me that Publix has one of those free-item ''price guarantee'' policies -- almost making-up for all of the hell my motorcycle had been putting me through the previous night. Sadly, neither ''W-D'' nor ''Publix'' had any  bagels  on sale, nor any brand of loaf-breads I'd might be interested in.

Regarding things involving ''food,'' a couple of online orders I was interested in made splashes with me, albeit with different results. The first involved what was to be  ''The Drip that made the Tub overflow''  with regard any ''future'' business I engage in with ''Don't-Nos'' (Domino's), as I was to be disappointed by the revelation that ''Don't-Nos'' supposed ''free-pizza points'' came with an  ''Expiration Date,''  and that the points I'd earned, which I'd hoped to use on an order  Wednesday (Nov. 27),  had been expunged. The other online order was for a tray of  baklava  from ''Shatila'' earlier Friday (after debating the issue since the previous afternoon), making this the first time I've ordered from them since leaving Hawaii -- and even though I've really been developing a ''turn-off switch'' with regard to ''pastry'' type confections, I'm still a fan of baklava, but I just cannot do it with ''Zaltimo's'' anymore, which is all that ever seems to be featured in these little ''Mediterranean'' markets.

After work  Sunday (Dec. 1),  I decided to do a little bit of clearing-up around our apartment units section's walkways and yard area. As I was discarding some of the dead foliage over the back fence, partially in hopes of covering-up somewhat that ratty-ass pile of old blankets and whatnot somebody had tossed back behind my unit a few months back, leaving it a disgusting eyesore I've always hated looking at, I discovered that pretty much all of the square area just outside of my north windows was covered in piles and piles of dog shit -- much of it completely covered in a sickening white mold, along with more than a few ''fresh(er)'' piles. Disgusted at this disregard for giving their animals the proper outdoor supervision and refusal to clean up after them, I proceeded to document the conditions to submit as a video clip to the property management staff in yet another complaint about the same old issue (more than likely continuing to be perpetrated by the same residents I'd complained about in several earlier reports). Trying to attach the video file was proving difficult, because Microsoft's ''Outlook'' online mail service allows for only a  33 MB  file attachment maximum per message, and I had to keep trying to find ways to 'convert' and shrink it down to an acceptable size before just barely getting it down to such a point (my lack of technical expertise & savvy really being played-up).

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