March 6 - 12, 2023 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Continued well until near-Dawnbreak into  Monday Morning (Mar. 6),  working on the project of trying to get my DVD/BD Movie Library documentary video rendered, which kept resulting in file corruptions (what else is new with that trash ''Movie Maker'' program that  ''AVS''  insisted that users had to ''pay'' for), requiring me to have to go through the hassle of multiple tweaks to the problematic areas until I was finally able to produce an end product that was just ''good enough'' (despite it altering my original timeline I'd painstakingly established for it) after at least a half-dozen different attempts!

Perused the latest job postings email alerts I'd just received and came across another listing for some position in Tampa City, which provided no other details than to mention that it would likely fit with my scheduling requests and had a pay rate that was pretty blamed acceptable. Because of this, I'd refused to call my Scheduling Manager and decided to try to alert the system to my interest in this particular job, whatever it was, except that (as I'd suspected) it offered no method to request a listed position even as a  current  employee already in the system who was requesting a transfer or primary consideration, but instead required EVERYONE regardless to go through the entire online ''job application'' process -- which I was finally able to do only after having attempted to gain access via various Operating System environments and web browsers via the link that was supposed to grant access to the redirected page, only to discover that in order to access it properly it required the absence of any ''ad blocking'' program on my system(s). After I'd finally managed to get through that massive navigational headache, I would later receive text confirmation to schedule an ''interview,'' for which I'd requested the next afternoon at 14:00.

Later that night, I alerted both ''Mimi'' and Paula via text messages regarding the uploaded status of my video project... but in so doing I did something very deliberately sneaky and sent them both the exact same text, wherein I'd made clear and blatant references to Mimi's most recent pussylicking visit, and to the video of me going down on her, including making direct mention of (but not revealing) the link where the video could be accessed, all in a deliberate attempt to elicit some sort of a reaction from Paula to try to get a sense of how she would react, which I'd hoped would've given me some sort of a clearer indication of where her interest in us getting together for similar intimate activity might lie.

I did not receive any sort of a reply to the text from Paula until around Pre-Dawn the next morning  (Tue., Mar. 7),  where she'd only responded with an ''exploding head'' emoji and saying that what had been shared in the text details had never happened with her; a few hours later I sent a follow-up text in response, mentioning that the detailed message in the text she'd received earlier had clearly been in reference to and intended for ''someone else'': sadly, her reaction was still too vague for me to get any sense of where her head might be at with regard to all of the innuendo, nor did she offer anything useful even after I'd mentioned to her in that follow-up that in order for her to begin receiving such  ''personally''  structured intimately-infused text messages, she would have to  ''Wait Her Turn.''

Found the Main Office location with the aid of the GPS feature on ''Google Maps'' (probably would've never found it otherwise... at least not ''on-time''), and was told upon arrival that their system is essentially set-up as one gigantic clusterfuck, where account managers are essentially the bosses of their own ships and are (apparently) none too keen on opening lines of communication between one another to assist in helping one of their charges transfer elsewhere which might fall under some other manager's sphere of influence.

I felt a sinking in my gut when I was first informed by the Receptionist that I'd first have go through the [quote] ''Chain of Command'' [unquote], which meant I'd have to not only go through the very Manager who's seemingly been hobbling me this whole time, but that I'd also have to be meeting him face-to-face for the very first time -- something that I'd managed to avoid up to that point. As it would turn out however, the person I'd ended up meeting with was actually his superior, which still didn't set too well with me, as it meant that I'd still essentially be stuck running on that same hamster wheel within  their  accounts. Even so, I did manage to get the contact information of the Branch Office located in Clearwater, which I'd been unaware had even existed and which so happened to be the location of most of the listed positions I'd been inquiring about these past several weeks.

Back inside their parking structure, I changed into my  ''Vine Titties,''  which I'd brought along for the purpose of wearing while shopping at the Asian Market in Brandon, a diversion of which I'd changed my mind about at the last moment, opting instead to return to Home Base, but accidentally, yet fortuitously, venturing down the ''Courtney Campbell Causeway'' en route.

Taking US-19 back into Town, I made the last-second at-the-turn-off decision to stop into ''Sam's Club,'' mainly to see if I could get butter and pickle relish, only to find that of all of the butter they had (except for some expensive-azz ''Irish Butter'') was either ''unsalted'' or corrupted with ''rapeseed oil,'' and that the only relish I could get came as a pre-packaged set with tomato catsup and ''yellow'' mustard. Instead, I'd wound-up purchasing way too much produce than what I honestly knew what to do with (which included two six-count bags of bell peppers -- one ''green,'' the other a multi-color mix; a big ass bag of ''red onions''; and a bag of small pathetic looking grapefruit), along with a five-pound bag of shredded ''Cheddar-Jack''; the standard purchase of an assortment box of snack chips, a box of fruit-mix fig bars, and the absolutely impulsive purchases of a pack of  King Crab Legs  (for which I was largely enticed by the supposedly $10 price drop from ''$69'' ... that, and because I'd really wanted to experience something that was going to be less work & frustration than the lesser-expensive ''Snow Crabs'') and of a whole ''Rotisserie Chicken.''

While I was out on the road and out shopping, my Scheduling Manager kept pestering me with texts and call attempts to get me to ''confirm'' that I'd already agreed to come in the following day  (Wed., Mar. 8)  to train for a supposedly upcoming ''open spot'' his Boss had offered to me while at the Main Office: then the next round of pestering followed as I was actually out on the road en route to the location, where unfortunately, again due to my unfamiliarity with new routes, locations and traffic patterns, I'd arrived a quarter-hour late.

Since I had been made aware in advance that I would not be encountering any familiar faces, I'd made the decision to get All ''Girled-Up''... including with the ''Titties,'' which began causing me shoulder pains a few hours into the shift -- giving me a new-found empathetic appreciation for ''endowed'' girls: the issues did subside for the most part as the shift progressed, making the tightness of the shoulder straps digging into my skin the only remaining observable and annoying problem.

Upon checking my scheduling for the upcoming weeks while I was there, it was revealed to me that my time at this location was essentially just to cover for someone else temporarily in order (as it was relayed in my presence earlier) for Management to get around paying one of their ''regular'' guys (who agreed to cover those empty spots) for ''Overtime'' work.

I did not do much for  Thursday (Mar. 9)  aside from sleeping most of the day away; much of the next night  (Fri., Mar. 10),  was spent trying to cook though that mountain of onions & bell peppers I'd purchased Tuesday, tracking-down & updating my ringtones, and hanging my ''blackout curtains.''

When I tried to clock-in  Saturday (Mar. 11)  at my (currently) ''regular'' jobsite, I was greeted with the automated registration system that my Scheduling Manager, whom I'd alerted Thursday Morning about it, had  NOT  reported/corrected the time that I'd worked Wednesday, as he assured me he had done! (Yet again, as always -- Trust NO ONE to ever get your back... especially when they assure you that they will!)

While at the (current) worksite  Sunday (Mar. 12),  I noticed the ripping taking place in my  ''Avia''  running shoes... the final emphatic signal that it is now time for me to stop wasting my money on ''expensive'' shoes only for them to similarly fall apart at dambed-near the same rate as when I buy ''cheap'' shoes! -- I'm done with this B.S.!

In preparation of going through the final (I hope) motions of collecting, rendering, & transferring my remaining ringtones to complete my personalized collection, I discovered that I'd accidentally left my laptop's power cord behind at the jobsite; fortunately, I'd already saved the links to where I could access the remaining half-dozen raw files online, as well as the massive text document I'd been working on within the Laptop environment for the past week, through or onto my phone before I'd shut the machine down, so that everything was still safe and accessible.

March 13 - 16, 2023 (Monday - Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Sent a text to the Property Manager  Monday Morning (Mar. 13),  to follow-up on my earlier request a couple of weeks prior to return attention to getting my kitchen ceiling fan assembly (and hopefully my bedroom sliding closet doors) addressed/fixed: the text I'd received in response claimed that the earlier request text had been overlooked because of its having been associated with an ''unrecognized number,'' which I would accept as a somewhat legitimate excuse -- we agreed to mark the calendar for next Monday Morning.

I received a text from my Scheduling Manager on  Tuesday (Mar. 14),  asking if I'd be interested in filling in again at the jobsite in Lutz, to which I'd immediately instructed him to confirm me for.

I continued working on putting the finishing touches on my ringtones collection, after which (just shy of Midnight) I'd informed Paula about, mentioning that my remaining action would then have to be [quote]  ''upgrading''  [unquote] to the  ''Android 12''  Operating System, which I'd kept telling myself the entire time, since from the very moment its announcement popped up in my face, to disregard and avoid like a plague because of my unwavering gut suspicion that doing so would unavoidably alter all of the time & effort I'd poured into the ''personalization'' my UI set-up... at the very least.

The [literally]  UGLY  truth of those suspicions would be realized the next day  (Wed., Mar. 15),  when the [so-called]  ''upgrade''  horrifically turned my navigational activities into a literally painful to look at eye sore, but most infuriatingly irreparably altered the design of the opening  ''Lock Screen''  by assaulting our eyes with this loud-ass ''double-stacked'' clock with big gaudy in-you-face numbers that no amount of searching for solutions-- including trying to find a practical and effective ''Lock Screen'' alternative in that ''App Store'' for ''Android'' devices --could change back into something more reasonable and visually appealing. So super-pissed was I about this that I began wondering if I should've been searching for answers regarding whether or not it would be possible to  ''revert''  back to ''Android 11''?

As it would also later turn out, a bunch of spam/scam callers made me realize that I'd not actually reached the end of my tweaking of my ringtone collection, because they revealed to me that what had originally been my action to extend the incoming dialing length of my collection of ''custom ringtones'' beyond the standard ''Twenty (20) Second'' dialing time to a length of  ''Twenty-TWO'' (22)  seconds (when I first began learning the set-up for my then-new  ''LG''  phone) was now in need of being extended beyond even that by a few extra seconds, which I'd again responded to by extending their ring-time length, this time bumping it up to  ''Twenty-SIX'' (26)  seconds... only for more call attempts to my number to smack me in the face with the fact that even THAT wasn't sufficient enough, which thus pushed me on  Thursday (Mar. 16)  to extend them one final time... upwards to a Full  ''Half-Minute'' (30 seconds),  primarily applying these adjustments to those ringtones which I'd assigned exclusively for use with incoming phone calls, with plans to address those ringtones which I'd designated as being potentially open for use as either phone call tones or as alert/notification tones at a later time.

It had also been my intent to get ''Girlied-up'' again for work later, but the most I'd accomplished in the absentminded rush to get out onto the road on time was to put on my ''breasties,'' but discovering this time that wearing the arrangement  over  my T-shirt, instead of ''under,'' made wearing it feel more comfortable and less distracting. The only other thing I was able to do was paint my fingernails while I was at work.

The past couple of nights had returned to a state of chilliness, so much so that I'd resorted to using my electric blanket both nights, though I'm sure I really could have managed without really needing to plug it in.

March 17 - 19, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Near the end of workshift  Friday (Mar. 17),  I discussed with incoming staff some technical problem I'd been experiencing since the start of my duties, which one of the other staff members had earlier helped me to find an alternative workaround. During part of the discussion, I was asked by several different staffers if I was going to be a ''regular'' with them, to which I of course could not give a knowledgeable answer; but because of the circumstances which led to this line of questioning, I mentioned that I'd be determined to inquire of my Scheduling Manager what my future status, if any, would be with their team, declaring that I'd also be sure to ''Name-Drop'' one of the more influential of the Gals who'd been conversing with me about it, who identified herself as ''Human Resources.''

After returning to the apartment, I somewhat immediately texted my Scheduling Manager about the earlier work situation and the discussions that followed, doing so in language that I'd hoped would motivate him to strongly consider me for the position, whether the slot was currently or soon-to-be at some point available: of course, as I sort of predicted, when he responded some time later, he'd claim that there was nothing that was actually open or opening at that location (despite my having insight to the fact that they'd been having some problems trying to keep the spot staffed with reliable guys), but had more-or-less (presume: "less") 'swore' that he'd keep me in consideration should a spot there become available as a regular assignment or (more likely) in the cases where a ''No-Show'' would occur and he needed someone to cover in its place.

It was also right after I'd texted Sched-Man that I discovered that I'd accidentally taken the temporary ID/access badge off of the premises with me, so I called the Human Resources lady to inquire about how important an item it was at the time, so I could have some insight into when I could more conveniently return it where it belonged: I was told that I could bring it in by Monday, but I figured that it would be more convenient for me to swing by to drop it off right after I'd finished one of my weekend workdays at the ''Keystone'' location.

As for that  UGLY-ASS  ''Android 12'' Lock Screen hijack, I spent more of the day Friday continuing to conduct a search for a replacement program that I could install... learning about a wider variety of potential options via a Web Search for programs that would not get pulled-up or highlighted in any searches conducted within the ''App Store'' environment.

I finally did manage to find one that I'd decided to settle on. In reality, though, there was actually another app ahead of that one which I'd really wanted to use, but it had essentially rejected itself as a result of the developer's outrageous demand that the app be granted practically every sensitive device ''Permission'' that were absolutely unnecessary for the operation of such an app, as evidenced by the fact that prior to trying to establish that one as my go-to replacement, I'd downloaded and tested other similar apps which required no such permissions, if any permissions at all.

In retrospect, the infuriating fact that the aforementioned app would utterly refuse to work at all without every single one of those ''mandatory'' permissions not only granted at the beginning but also left activated and undisturbed always was in actuality a net-positive, because my outrage over the issue had pushed me to continue seeking out other alternatives... which ultimately led to my final choice.

The Lock Screen app I finally decided to settle on was something of a ''risky move,'' because of the overwhelming amount of either negative reviews or the appearance of an extreme number of ''positive'' reviews which had the reek of ''Bot Buys.'' But as it would turn out, it was actually a program that I'd confidently felt could have entirely replaced the unalterable Android 12 ''default'' garbage, which was something I definitely would have considered, especially because of how it was not only a close simile of what I'd grown accustomed to with the ''Android 11'' presentation but also because of its additional variety of optional U.I. interfaces, had it not been for the ONLY ONE ''limitation'' I would've loved seen expanded on, and that was it's restricting PIN assignment to only a SIX (6) digit maximum (which was in all fairness TWO additional digits better than virtually all other offerings).

After all was done, I decided to keep it installed to function as a ''secondary'' Lock Screen -- sort of like a direct  ''Two-Step Verification''  arrangement for a physical device: which of course meant I'd still have to first be assaulted with the A-12 hijack screen in order to get to it. After learning that I could actually have the ability to set up ''dual lock screens'' as an enhanced security feature, I then decided to establish a similar set-up on the LG phone, utilizing one of the more favorable candidates from earlier, the one which I'd rejected for consideration on new phone mainly because of its inability to allow users to apply their own custom images as wallpapers.

Leaving for work  Saturday (Mar. 18)  I found a Twenty-Dollar Bill on the ground in my parking spot, right-up against the outside of the dumpster enclosure.

I rode out to Lutz immediately after my workshift had ended to return that access badge, despite all of the warning alerts from every weather app on my phone about the impending thunderstorms that would never materialize.

I also spent a good amount of my time at work typing out a virtual College Thesis in reply to a response I'd answered back to earlier in the week, in regard to my ''Pussy-Eating'' offer I'd posted in one of the sub-forums on ''reddit.'' And while I still cannot stand the fact that I'm lying-up a storm in a desperate attempt to better my chances at getting to taste some Vagina, I'm also trying to comfort and excuse my actions by constantly reminding myself that we're living in the Age where  ''LIES SELL!''  -- so if ''playing dress-up'' in this Modern Decade is what's going to allow me to freely use the Public Restrooms of my choice, then that's the ''Role'' in this Shakespearean  ''All the World is a Stage''  drama I'll perform... and if proclaiming that I'm a Non-Op  ''TRANS-LESBIAN''  is going to give me a better shot at burying my face inside an open & receptive Vulva than if I continue to tell the Truth that I'm a fully 100% ''Straight'' heterosexual male who just loves Eating Pussy, then I'm left with little choice but to ''adapt'' to the ''New Reality.''

March 20 - 23, 2023 (Monday - Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Continued tweaking the alerts & ringtones over into the post-Midnight hours of  Monday (Mar. 20),  in response to discovering that things were still not matching-up between the two devices -- all because the B.S.  ''Android 12''  system (as well as its predecessor, unless the  ''MOTO''-specific  set-ups were also responsible in some way) added on all of these extra layers of complications which I'd never had to navigate through in the ''LG''  ''Android 8''  environments... and yet, ''technical 'upgrades''' are always supposed to ''simplify'' things for users!

As part of the cross-mimicking, I also decided to switch out the ''Lock Screen'' programs on both phones. I'd first intended to find a different substitute for the ''LG'' phone, but in conducting my search discovered that the one I'd installed on the ''Moto'' device appeared that it was actually itself a ''clone'' of a different identical app I'd come across (right down to design, performance, even instructional & product information texts, albeit with different ''contact'' information -- both of which similarly being ''Gmail'' addresses) which appeared to have been available for a much longer period of availability (as I'd determined by the latter's larger ''download'' numbers and higher ''Version'' numbers): in fact, I'd found that every software offering in their line-ups of programs were exactly identical, making me unsure if this was a case of the same people ''flooding'' the market for exposure by trying to ''appear'' different in some way, or if this was a case of one provider producing ''mimics,'' ''knock-offs,'' or possibly even ''forks'' of the same programs or whatever was at play here. In the end, again basing my assumptions on the larger downloads & version numbers, I'd assigned the ''older'' application to the ''Moto'' phone and transferred the one I'd previously installed there onto the ''LG.''

Later in the morning, while in between naps awaiting the arrival of the Contractor who was supposed to be working on repairing/replacing my kitchen ceiling fan/lights, I got into a back-and-forth with the Property Manager over the ''missed'' appointment, because as I'd explained, I never heard anybody at the door, and got some call from from never-before-seen ''Out-of-State'' phone number AFTER Property Manager alerted me in text that he was at the door... which he was NOT! I had to explain, without trying to come across as violently indignant as I was genuinely feeling, that it's an ongoing problem I'm always having to deal with regarding how NO FUCKING BODY knows how to actually fucking ''KNOCK'' on a fucking door anymore!!! and expects everybody to be respond to fucking  ''bird pecks.'' So we had to re-schedule for Friday, and I assured the Prop-Man that I'd definitely be posting a sign outside of the door instructing whomever to fucking ''KNOCK'' on the door... ''LOUDLY''!

The missed appointment did however have a ''positive'' effect in that it had motivated me to continue trying to clean & organize the apartment, especially in the kitchen area.

After a few more minor tweaks across the next couple of days to get both phones to ''match,'' I finally decided on  Wednesday (Mar. 22)  to proceed with the switch-over of the phone number and mobile network operations, right after transferring the remainder of my text logs I'd amassed since the first files transfer to the newer device. I had to spend over an hour on the process, first struggling with the B.S. ''automated'' system before being transferred to a live operator, then having to call back about ten (10) minutes after the activation transfer was complete upon learning that my first outgoing call attempts refused to connect.

As part of the final test to confirm that everything was finally working again, as it should've been from the start, I called my Mother, a call which I'd initially planned on lasting no more than about 13 minutes, out of concern for my 4% battery power remaining, which had managed to extend itself to a length of over three hours: part of the conversation later involving my recommending to her to make the transition over to  ''credit card''  transactions, both as a ''safety/security'' measure as well as for the ''cash back'' perks they offer (I'd recommended the ''Sam's Club''  ''MasterCard,''  which she said she had, as probably her best option.

The most notable final headache relating to the not-so-perfect setup was that the transfer of the last series of text exchanges I'd accumulated on the previous phone would not sync-up and incorporate themselves properly within the text messages transferred from earlier, causing the history library to appear haphazard in spots... until the following Morning  (Thu., Mar. 23),  when while engaging in some ''heavy innuendo'' back-&-forth texting with Paula I'd discovered that most of my personalized assigned ''Notification Alerts'' ringtones had gotten switched-off (literally silenced), which meant I had to go through them all over again to re-associate them with my custom selected Contacts... only to later in the night learn yet again that I'd  STILL  had some tinkering to do with them because of how this stupid-ass (newer?/updated?) ''Android'' Operating System totally fucking COMPLICATES things by resetting/silences your personalized settings and/or refusing to honor any ''default'' presets you've made-- or thought you'd made --because of all of the extra running around across different back-alleys and hidden rooms trying to track all of these pages & switches down! Had it not been for my barely hearing the ''vibration'' feature that kept going off with each new message that was being delivered throughout the day & night, I'd still be operating in dark, so to speak.

Then there were more complications I had to face alongside of the phone shenanigans when I was visiting my business websites to update them on the new phone number, only to experience log-in issues with a couple of them (I'd later learned in an inquiry search that those complications quite possibly ''MIGHT'' be associated with my refusal to ''DOWN-grade'' from  ''Windows 7''  to any of those newer, lesser-featured and more privacy-invasive ''suck-cessors.'')

And as if all these technological headaches, which I'm still not finished with, weren't enough of a spirit-breaker, all this week I've been experiencing painful stiffness in my neck and shoulders, making it difficult for me to move about freely.

March 24 - 26, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review'' (updated, slightly revised)

I was available to allow the Maintenance Worker inside the apartment  Friday (Mar. 24)  to replace the ceiling fan assembly in the kitchen while I was in the process of typing out an invitation to ''Mimi'' to try to entice her to return for another Pussy-Licking session this Weekend or thereabouts... the primary motivation for such an early re-invite honestly being my desire to record us in bed together with me going down on her again, after the disappointing realization that one of my semi-professional cameras I'd recorded our previous session on (and I honestly can no longer recall  which  of the cameras I'd used, and the file ''properties'' won't tell me either) had automatically cut-out after 4GB (27min.) of recording time, which probably (likely) indicated that I'd had the smaller 4-Gig  ''SanDisk''  micro-memory card installed inside the camera rather than my 32GB daddy, thus meaning that the timed cut-off was more than likely the result of maxed-out storage space rather than some pre-programmed function of the camera itself (since I honestly cannot recall which memory card I'd had inserted at the time and had scrubbed everything from both cards soon afterward).

And yes... more ''tweaking'' of the phones' audio alerts functions, having now discovered that any of my ringtones that I'd wanted to use as my ''text notification'' tones had to be housed in and retrieved from their own dedicated ''Notifications'' folder separate from the ''Ringtones'' folder. It's still all just one big cluster-F of a mess: I've got it in mind that I'll just screen-cap the ongoing conversation threads, save whatever pictures/videos were shared therein, the just blank-out all of those text conversation records and just start afresh.

The ceiling fan replacement required at some point that I had to switch off the circuit breaker to the specific location, but since nobody had ever bothered to fully or clearly label which switches controlled which outlets, I used this guessing game as my opportunity to properly identify at least MOST of where which switches supplied current.

Later in the Evening, I'd received an email alert, and it turned out that it was from the company's Jobs Postings list I subscribe to, and the very first listing I clicked open revealed that the position being advertised was for somewhere right here in  ''my''  City... so naturally, since these listings don't ever bother going into any specifics about the advertised jobsite or any of the detailed duties associated with it, I [again] had to inquire of my Scheduling Manager, whom I already figured wouldn't bother to have my back on this, based on his unbroken track record, about the spot and to respond back to me with anything he could find out about it -- despite my beating myself up over not knowing why I even continue to bother trying to get his selfish ass to go to bat for me.

To my surprise, I noticed early in the post-Midnight morning hours of  Saturday (Mar. 25)  that I'd received a follow-up from the [person who  claims  to be a] Woman with whom I've been discussing my attempts to engage with someone wants Her Pussy eaten by way of our recent ''reddit'' interactions, making it seem as though  this  this one MIGHT actually turn out to be legit, especially since she claimed to have had an appreciation for my proper grammatical expression, or at least that someone had actually taken the time & care to express themselves conversationally in textual form. She would follow-up while I was at work, again emphasizing that her attraction is for ''very masculine'' men though, treating it as though such an attraction could prove to be a hindrance to our getting together just for a Cunnilingus session: so I composed a reply emphasizing that fact, i.e. that I wasn't trying to be a ''Boy-Toy'' show-off for her, that I'd only wanted to get together with her for the purpose of Eating Her Pussy and nothing else, even likening it to the ''Services'' provided by a skilled ''masseuse,'' where ''attraction'' (mutual or otherwise) is not a key feature in submitting yourself to have a relaxing & pleasurable experience provided for you -- I sent that message off later in the Evening, wherein I'd offered to provide a ''Cloud Drive'' link for a couple of frames from the video of my recorded session with Mimi (careful of course to obscure her face, as mine was already hidden or cut-off) to provide her with a visual sense of my ''body type,'' to see if that would be something she could allow herself to look past (assuming that there was even any truth in her declarations to begin with).

Had a ''Road Rage'' incident that came to a head at my workplace, which had spilled over from Keystone Rd., where the driver of the pick-up truck (or SUV: I honestly could not remember) that had arrived first onto the scene and had been followed there by a female driver screaming about the Police having been called was trying to explain himself clear of responsibility by claiming that the woman had been driving  ''too slow''  at ''40 Miles per Hour,'' then tried to switch-it-up after I'd reminded him that the Speed Limit for that stretch of road is ''40'' MPH, so 5MPH less not only should not have warranted such rage-inducing impatience on his part (his complaint was that she was also flipping him off) but should've also inspired him to consider the fact that car speedometers are often not accurate and thus there was the possibility that the other driver was actually trying to drive responsibly on a speedometer that under-clocks (or perhaps, though less likely, his was engaging in ''over-clocking'').

After a while of still screaming about the Police having been called and accusing the truck driver of endangering her two-year-old Son who was a passenger inside her vehicle, another vehicle pulled up alongside him with a male driver who jumped out of his vehicle, also screaming about the truck driver's putting what the second driver claimed was his Son in danger, issuing verbal threats and even at one point slamming his hand against the passenger window -- a confrontation that only ended when the truck driver was granted entry through one of the secure access gates.

Based on my own personal experiences with these impatient and entitled drivers who venture down these winding ''Keystone'' roads (which are now, thanks to my persistent usage of ''Helmet-Cams,'' supported Time-and-Again by indisputable recorded proof), there was absolutely NO DOUBT in my mind that the truck driver was the primary party in violation, and that the outrage expressed by the ''Family'' was more than likely justified.

The USB port on my ''Wolfang'' helmet cam came aloose and completely detached while trying to head out to work  Sunday (Mar. 26):  I decided to contact ''Amazon'' about it right after I'd arrived at work, but had to have my issue forwarded to the ''Seller,'' as I'd missed the Return-Window to Amazon by only FOUR days. Because of its taking this long before the feature completely broke on me, in retrospect it actually turned out to be a good thing that I'd spent so much time in the preparation of the comparative products review(s) I'd been intending to submit, as the amount of time & effort I'd been putting into ''getting it right'' and covering all of the points kept putting a serious delayed on when I might've been able to post those reviews, thus avoiding placing me in a seemingly ''suss'' situation in my submitting a request for its replacement.

And as came as no huge surprise, the ''Fuel Injection'' error light on my motorcycle returned to torment me, as well as the weakened brake line which was acting as though it was trying to return to normal function throughout the previous week.

March 27 - 30, 2023 (Monday - Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Not much of a day-by-day breakdown this week, as I'd been repeatedly engaged in several activities which spanned across the several days, mostly involving continued tweaks to the cellphone and engaging in multiple text communications with Paula whereby I was using her claims of her text messaging feature malfunctioning to transmit to her inbox messages that eased off of the innuendo and proclaim my strong desire to Eat Pussy (though not explicitly mentioning her & hers). I was also spending this time in back-&-forth conversation with the seller of my helmet camera to get the replacement processed.

I did have a date-specific notable engagement on  Thursday (Mar. 30),  when, after trying to contact my Father's Home and receiving no answer, I called ''Darlene,'' our self-appointed  ''Family Historian''  on my Mother's side of the tracks. I'd been reluctant to contact her for a long time based on my Mother's several time mentioning to me that Darlene was experiencing ''dementia''... but in the entire length of the 1.75-hour's long call I'd not once heard or perceived anything that would even remotely suggest that Darlene was losing any of her faculties -- if anything, she did sound a little ''slow'' (in more of a 'tired' and not 'struggling' way), which I'd likely chalk-up to advancement in age and nothing more.

I also learned quite by accident that the ''New'' (i.e. ''Hulu'' presented)  ''Animaniacs''  had indeed been given not only a Second but also a Third Season... meaning, ''binge-watching'' is in order.

March 31 - April 2, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

After following the tracking latest round of packages from my ''Amazon Vine'' orders, I decided to walk to the Post Office on  Friday (Mar. 31)  to retrieve those that were listed as having already been delivered, using the trek as the convenient opportunity to test out the ''River Shoes'' that I'd received as ''Vine'' orders (the pair I'd already had for about a week going out; and switching out with the just-delivered pair for the return trek). On my way out though I'd learned that I had absentmindedly left my keys hanging inside my outside doorknob's keyhole, where they had been left hanging for the entire time since having returned from my last workshift!

I had later received a text from ''Mimi,'' stating that she had just returned from her stay in Boca Raton, but offered no additional details nor followed-up with any responses or requests.

I did later in the Evening receive the next follow-up outreach from the supposed  ''Woman-seeking-Woman''  from ''reddit,'' saying that she was still interested in my Pussy Eating offer, and had taken the bait that I'd dangled out earlier in the Week, where I'd declared that I would post video clip snapshots of my Beddy-Time with ''Mimi'' (whose image I'd censored to protect her identity) if she wanted to get a sense of what my physique looked like, since she kept going on about how she was ''attracted'' to muscular ''Masculine'' men (despite claiming in her reddit posts & comments that she was trawling for pussy). I'm also still not certain why this person always waits until the ''Weekends'' before responding back to any of my messages, making me wonder if that's relevant and/or indicative of anything? I sent a short reply early in the post-Midnight hours of  Saturday (Apr. 1),  only teasing her with a link to one of the photographs I'd posted on ''imgur'' and submitted to ''reddit'' in order to receive ''Verified'' status that would permit me to upload photos publicly on any future profiles I decide to post: this link submission, which provided next to no identity revealing possibilities, was also provided as a means of trying to filter out the true intent of this person's tip-toeing communications with me, to see if when I follow this up with an ''in good faith'' photographic image exchange I'll even get one at all, and if so, whether I'll receive some representation of this person's actual being or if I'll get sent some image selected from elsewhere online which might get revealed in a ''reverse image search.''

The pick-up driver who'd brought a road rage incident to my workplace last week came back on the scene while I was at the jobsite later in the day, still trying to highlight the Road-Raging couple as the persons who were wilding out for no rational reason and continuing to paint himself as the undeserved victim... yet I was still mindful of his admission that the incident exploded because of his impatience over a vehicle in front of him which he perceived was driving ''too slowly'' because she was going slightly under the posted Speed Limit in the area -- not at all excusing the raging couple's behavior, because I got the impression/sense that they were couple of ''Karenrific'' enema bags as well, but in this instance, my own purely speculative assigning of fault regarding how this triggering got set-off was built on the basis of the unsolicited ''admission/confession.''

I had brought the ''Vine-delivery'' I'd received/claimed on Friday to the jobsite with me  Sunday (Apr. 2),  with the intention of dropping them off at the ''UPS Store'' (Seven Springs) after the end of shift, but I'd been experiencing a migraine throughout the day, compounded by near-fainting spells, and ultimately diverted my after-work itinerary from either en route drop-off location, along with canceling my in-tandem plan of making a couple of ''Walmart'' purchases.

Also heard the sad news while at work about the passing of Sakamoto Ryuichi-san ~ the world has experienced a true loss.

April 7 - 9, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

The past week of trying secure new Pussy-Eating encounters, which had since been joined by a second  supposedly  interested ''redditor,'' but received no follow-up contacts from either of them by the end of the weekend.

But hopes for a chance to get some intimate time with someone seemed to take a turn toward the more positive horizon  Saturday (Apr. 8),  when my most recent texts to both ''Mimi'' and Paula received responses which opened that gate of possibility -- especially surprising were the responses from Paula, as this latest communication exchange gave indication that it might've finally steered in a more definitive direction relating to the possibility of us getting together for  any  type of face-to-face extracurricular activity... although, of course, I'd continued to strongly imply that my greater interest in meeting with her still lied in my hopes of getting an opportunity to plant my face deep into her Vulva.

More immediately though, Mimi sent me a text  Sunday Morning (Apr. 9)  letting me know that I could expect a visit from her in the Early Evening, whereupon she'd arrived at around 17:30, where I tried to surreptitiously record our interaction with the webcam via ''OBS Studio'' program, first believing that I'd been recording everything, then afterwards thinking that either I'd made an error in some way where nothing got recorded, only for me to learn upon further investigation that I had indeed set the recording in motion, but because of the amount of resources that were being consumed by the CPU, which I then attempt to correct when I'd noticed the blacked-out screen after I'd exited the shower, I'd been responsible for inadvertently shutting the recording off.

April 10 - 13, 2023 (Monday - Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Was surprised on  Monday (Apr. 10)  to see that the two women who had responded to my ''reddit'' post requesting Pussy-Eating dates had both sent responses to my most recent replies to them earlier the previous week, as I had convinced myself that they had both dropped off of the radar scope to ghost out: the ''original'' person still playing the ''you don't turn me on, but you're welcome to try changing my mind'' B.S. game; the second one, who had recently come onto the scene to start a dialogue, actually providing me with an email address.

After she had arrived back at her place after our Weekend session, Mimi offered up the possibility of returning for another visit, first suggesting Wednesday, then because of her schedule settled on  Thursday (Apr. 13).

After taking the previous day off, so-to-speak, I'd dedicated  Wednesday (Apr. 12)  to finally getting nearly completely caught-up on my backlog of laundry; during which time I set about tearing out and replacing my garden barrier with the ones I'd received through my ''Amazon Vine'' participation. As I was hauling away the old wire, newly trimmed, and other trash, I experienced more instances of shit piles-- both  inside  and  outside  of the gate --left by that dambed dog associated with that cursed ''Ghetto Apartment'' on the Southeast corner! Tired of this shit (literally), I once again took snapshots of each instance (over a half-dozen individual instances) and rifled them off to the Property Management office, who contacted me later wanting to know how certain I was regarding whose animal (and which irresponsible humans) were the culprits in this -- then I was informed (which should've come as no surprise whatsoever) that the occupants of that unit never registered a dog on their lease.

While I was on toilet Thursday Morning I overheard some man shouting out at someone, which I'd interpreted as likely having come from that shit-dog owner: so I tore myself from the bathroom and grabbed my smartphone in order to catch some sort of solid documentation... and although the animal did not proceed to take a dump in the yard (at least such was not the case by the time I'd arrived at the window to observe the situation), I managed to record a decent amount of footage of its hanging out unsupervised for a considerable length of time & being permitted to run around loose without any sort of restraint. I was also determined to record the incident long enough to confirm which apartment unit that ugly monster was associated with, so that I could provide the Property Manager with the evidence needed to penalize the occupant(s) should it be proven that the animal has been staying there without having been ''registered'' (and paid for) on the lease agreement.

Prior to that incident, I had actually planned on venturing out to ''Lowe's'' several hours ahead of Mimi's visit, with the intention of grabbing some items with which to begin working on my Garden, but because of all of the issues I kept experiencing after having rendered the video then trying in frustration to share the link of where I'd uploaded the finished product to my ''OneDrive'' Cloud account with the Property Manager's office, I was unable to leave the apartment at all... so I just settled for preparing myself for Mimi's visit and doing a bit of spot-cleaning & organizing around the apartment.

So Mimi's visit gave me the opportunity to try using the ''OBS'' program again to try using the webcam to record our interaction, and while the visuals were crisp and well-lit, the finished product, when finally reviewed, was a disappointment both because of our positioning not permitting clear & unobstructed views and especially because of all of the glitchy hiccups anytime either of us executed any modicum of movement that wasn't slow and gradual.

After about an hour of pussy-munching, Mimi and I stayed in bed cuddling to the playback of the rogue A.I. movie,  ''M3GAN'' -- I then gifted her my extra DVD copies of the  ''BvS/SS/JL''  ''trilogy'' (minus ''Man of Steel,'' of which I had no extra copy) before she left, as she'd mentioned when I'd asked her which movie she had wanted to watch that she enjoyed ''superhero'' movies... but that she was also more of a ''Marvelite.''

April 14 - 16, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Got response from the Property Manager's Office  Friday Morning (Apr. 14)  requesting that I try re-submitting the ''shit-dog'' video to their email account (which I already knew was a no-go, as the file size was nearly 150MB), as their attempts to access the video via the Cloud link failed (as I'd suspected it would). It was also not possible to send such a large file via Text-MMS either -- so I decided to upload it onto ''Who?Tube'' via my throwaway ''Spam Box'' Gmail account.

Returned to completing my Tax Return filing,  somewhat  relieved to learn that what I was calculated to owe was less than what I'd originally believed, actually being $123 vs. something over-$200. I'd received an alert a short time afterward informing me that the finished return had not ''not'' been accepted by the IRS for filing, saying that my ''Social Security Number'' had already been used with an earlier Return submission, which then left me confused as to whether I'd already completed an earlier submission, as I had no downloaded records of any of the worksheets (previewed or completed) and no other records, neither on my Hard Drive nor in the preparer's history, of having ever completed & submitted any earlier submission... which further confused me because I know I'd stopped working on it when I'd gotten to the point where it revealed that I'd be ''owing'' money this time around, and I'd wanted to hold off on it because of not liking any of my payment submission options.

Proceeded to tackle my Credit Card bill payments later in the day and in so doing noted paycheck ''Direct Deposit'' discrepancy, which I then investigated in my records on the Company's website and confirmed, whereupon I reported to our Scheduling Manager via text.

In leaving for work  Saturday (Apr. 15),  the motorcycle was behaving badly: the engine was making these weird sort-of ''clacking'' sounds, especially while idling, and would jerk the cycle forward as though I'd been tugging on the throttle. Road operations were also problematic: the left hand braking lever, which had been tightening a bit over the past week, had again reverted a state of complete no-resistance give, and opening to full-throttle would result in a sputtering and drop in power/acceleration.

On the way back to the apartment from work, I dropped into the Tarpon Springs ''Staples'' to get copies of my completed 1040 Tax Return documents printed off of my thumb-drive, then stopped into ''Sam's Club'' for a quick few items (went mainly for another rotisserie chicken, some more breaded flounder fillets, a bag of turbinado sugar, and a sack of grapefruit... the last of which they'd not had in stock.

The issues with the motorcycle continued into  Sunday (Apr. 16),  but since ''Cycle Springs Powersports'' would not be open again until Tuesday, I would have to wait to report the problems & schedule a maintenance/repair appointment.

April 17 - 23, 2023 (Monday - Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Called ''Cycle Springs Powersports''  Tuesday Morning (Apr. 18)  to relay to them the issues I'd been experiencing with the motorcycle, and was instructed to bring it in to be inspected the following day.

I then tried to get my Tax Return situation figured out, trying to contact IRS representatives across at least a half an hour just to get somewhere useful, that could actually assist me in letting me know whether or not I'd actually submitted a completed form. It would finally be revealed to me that I'd indeed done so, back in February, and that according to that Return I'd indeed been assessed a bill for over $200, to which I was told I could/should submit something called a  ''Schedule X''  amendment form; but after having gotten cut-off after being on the line for about an additional twenty minutes, and after learning that the Tax Preparer service wanted to charge me $15 to use that Form, I simply opted to mail in what I was already in possession of along with a Check in the amount of my currently assessed penalty, doing so at almost the last possible minute, as I'd decided to double-check against my assumption and sure enough learned that the Postal Service is no longer in the habit of extending their lobby hours during the date of the Tax Return deadline.

I dropped off my motorcycle at the shop late  Wednesday Morning (Apr. 19),  then changed into my  ''Public Restroom Titties''  in a little hidey-spot outside before proceeding onward to ''Countryside Mall'' while the vehicle was being looked over.

My very first stop at the Mall was to one of the large (largest?) jewelry storefronts (located on the second level) to request a ''Diamond Test'' for the pairs of earrings I'd ordered through ''Amazon Prime'' to ensure that the gemstones within were indeed  ''Moissonite,''  as claimed, which the tests affirmed.

My entire time at the mall was mostly a major headache, as the Free Wi-Fi there kept kicking out on me, interrupting any brief spotty Internet connections I could manage on either of my phones, which refused to clear-up and maintain any sort of stable connection, not until I'd acquiesced and stationed myself by the ice skating rink where I'd always set-up my laptop in every other past instance, but even here finding myself having to rely on the service provided from near-by ''Kay Jewelers'' shop in lieu of the Mall's own provided service which on this particular day was delivering very heavily spotty reception. I never even had lunch, or even a snack, while there the whole time, due in considerable part to this No-Internet debacle.

And as always, nobody bothered to call me back with any sort of an update on what they had found with my motorcycle or what needed to be done with it, so I wound-up walking back to the shop to try to get there before their closing time so that I could get some kind of an assessment, only to be told that they still had not broken it down to determine what issues, or the extent of those issues, were involved, saying that they would have to hold onto it overnight and would give me some sort of a response by Noon the following day.

While at the Mall I'd received a text from our Scheduling Manager trying to get me to take on a couple of additional days during the absence of someone who supposedly had to take time off due to health-related issues ('Fuck-No!'); then on the first Bus back into Town, I'd received a call from our Site Supervisor with the same spiel, whereupon I'd explained to him the situation with my transportation and how it ''might'' affect the rest of my work schedule, which I told him I'd update him on as soon as I'd learned something on my end.

And Of course / Naturally, by the close of the following day  (Thu., Apr. 20),  I'd yet again received ZERO funcking call-back / update regarding my motorcycle situation and once again had to fulfill their own promises to me myself by calling them instead, only to now FINALLY be told that they're going to have to be doing a couple of series of ''rebuild'' jobs which were going to wind-up costing me over THREE TIMES more than what I'd suspected I'd be on the hook for (some $2,000+), and that they would be holding onto the cycle until whatever parts they'd needed arrived, which I was told would be at least Five (5) ''Business-Days,'' meaning I'd have to be taken off schedule...

...Or so I thought....

After I'd informed both managers of the reality of the situation, I received a text from the Sched-Man with an almost ultimatum tone telling me that I essentially 'HAD BETTER' find some kind of a way to the jobsite among options that I've no kind of access to, being that I'm a solitary rider out here with literally no one I can rely on or call upon to help me in a situation. He did mention using one of those 'Ride-Share' services, but I wasn't too keen on looking at that as any sort of a solution either when he spoke of  ''reimbursing''  my expenses -- which to me is Code Language for, ''Gentleman's Agreement,'' which has the value of Shit in my book. I did receive follow-up texts/calls from both of them the next Morning and Afternoon  (Fri., Apr. 21),  and I was informed by the Sched-Man that he would indeed cover for transportation-- pre-paid --to and from the jobsite for the next couple of days.  (In retrospect, this whole situation, much like the ''Hit-&-Liar'' incident, seems to have been a confirmation that I should've long ago invested in something that would've provided me some reliable ''fallback'' support ~ in this instance, a BICYCLE.)

Later in the afternoon/evening, I sent a text to Paula to break the silence by mentioning my dilemma with the motorcycle and how I'd given last-ditch desperate consideration to perhaps contacting her to see if I could contract her for the next couple of days as my ride to work source; I then sent an email to the Girl from ''reddit,'' named,  ''Dolly,''  perhaps? (based on a search of the email address she'd provided me, whereby when I conducted a search on that name I came across an ''Instagram'' account with a lead photograph of a slender Black Woman, but I could not access any additional images or information, so it wasn't certain if this was the same person or not), whom I'd been trying to maintain contact with as part of my Pussy Eating bait-tossing.

When it came time to head out to catch my ride to work  Saturday (Apr. 22),''  I'd debated whether to carry my Credit Card(s) with me, in case the ride had not been pre-paid, but it turned out that it had indeed been fully arranged ahead of time, so that took one bit of stress off of my shoulder. I'd arranged to be picked-up and dropped-off at the Post Office, since I'm still cautious about giving any business/government entities access to my actual physical residence address. But rather than trusting that he had had my ''return trip'' scheduled in advance, I called around 20 minutes prior to clock-out time for an answer about that, and sure enough (on both dates) he'd waited until I called him first to request the ride, even though I'd already informed him ahead of time that I'd be needing transportation in BOTH directions.

Later in the day I'd received a message from ''Dolly'' in response to my alerting her on ''reddit'' that I'd sent her an email to her personal account: she had indicated that she had not received that email, but then followed-up by mentioning that she'd accidentally provided me with an email address that had been mistyped and provided me with her corrected email address, to which I'd resent the original message with a few modifications when I saw her email sporting a profile picture of  ''Frida Kahlo,''  which made me think that her referring to herself in her first contact as a ''Brown'' woman might've been in reference to being  ''Latina,''  instead of ''Black,'' as I'd assumed in the original message I'd sent off to Who knows who.

After I arrived back from work  Sunday (Apr. 23),''  I continued to follow-up with Paula, and we had a few back-&-forths which made it seem as if she were going to try arranging an actual face-to-face meeting with me at ''Sims Park,'' saying that she was somewhere in the area around US-19 & SR-54 working on one of her ''House Flipping'' projects, but as usual, the conversation ended with no further progress toward anything definite.

April 28 - 30, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Called the motorcycle repair shop  Friday (Apr. 28),  following-up on a call placed the previous day regarding the progress status and then being told that there was one or two parts they were still waiting on to be delivered; now I was being told that they had a track on the remaining part and that it was expected to be delivered by Wednesday.

I followed this call up with a call to my Scheduling Manager, and (foolishly) gave him the option to find someone to cover my work shifts or continue to provide uber/lyft rides for me -- I was actually stunned, and disappointed, that he chose the latter: I embraced it by rationalizing that the work hours would at least help replenish  ''some''  of what the repair job would be sucking out of my bank account.

But as I'd arrived at the Post Office (my ''pick-up'' point) the next day  (Sat., Apr. 29),  there was no vehicle in sight, nor was there one for over a full hour of waiting, even after I'd sent a couple of texts to my Manager informing him of the situation before I finally decided to move on and return to the apartment -- after spending a half-hour trying to deter a flock of ''Sky Rats'' (seagulls) from stripping the flagpole area of the couple of small piles of dry cat food that had been left out, obviously, for cats.

Back at the apartment, I ignored incessant repeated call/text attempts, and refused to call back until shy of 14:00, using as my excuse for such late return contact the half-truth that my phone's battery had died (the service-deactivated ''LG'' phone was actually the one that had the drained battery). The manager informed me that he had forgotten about the arrangement and had not heard the text alerts, but assured me that a ride would be dispatched for my next shift.

What was expected to be an non-eventful day  Sunday (Apr. 30)  turned eventful during my  ''lyft''  ride back to the apartment when, on Seven Springs Road, just shy of the Florida Highway 54 intersection, the minivan I was riding in struck, or was struck, by something that had come out of nowhere. Neither I nor the driver ever saw exactly what had happened or what was responsible, but judging things based on how I'd heard it and where the vehicle was positioned at the time, my suspicion was that the van was first struck from above by a falling tree branch which the vehicle then ran over; the driver suspected that maybe what might have been responsible could've been an animal of some sort that had darted out in front of us unexpectedly: either way, the result was the loss of his driver's-side rear tire, which he said he had just replaced only a week prior. The driver left the van in a cul d'sac to await a  ''AAA''  tow and arranged for the both of us to share an  ''uber''  back into Town (this time with me opting to be dropped-off at the Library/City Hall).

May 2, 2023 (Tuesday)
22:45, Eastern Daylight Time

Called my Father this Afternoon, and came face-to-face with the realization that at Eighty-six Years of Age he truly is in the phase of developing dementia, even though he still exhibits cognizance and clarity for the most part, but finds himself struggling to focus and recall certain things in other aspects -- I told his Wife that I'd appreciated her placing our conversation on ''speaker'' mode so she could monitor the dialogue and interject whenever he'd needed a bit of help recalling some of the details: I ended the conversation shortly after he'd received a visit from a Physical Therapist, to tend to what his Wife said was a shoulder injury from a fall. So now that's three direct predecessors (that I'm aware of) who have been affected by this mental deterioration disease, and places me in an unenviable situation regarding where I might find my mental faculties in the coming years.  (Gloria had also clarified to me that it had only been she who had contracted COVID those months back during my last talk with them, and that somehow my Father had not gotten infected.)  I then called my Moms right afterward, and we remained talking until her phone battery gave out.

May 5 - 7, 2023 (Friday - Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Retrieved my motorcycle from the repair shop  Friday (May 5),  following a status update call I'd placed the previous Afternoon, where I was told that they were still performing work on it that they had expected to have been completed within 45 minutes. When I asked for End-of-Job final cost and expected again to hear somewhere around $3200, I was shook to hear back something that would be assessed as over $3900, almost $4,000! When I audibly expressed my shock, I was told that they would try to bring the final cost down a bit.

Prior to heading out for its retrieval, I checked my credit limits on my Cards to assure that they were sufficient enough to cover such a high charge on a single swipe (being concerned primarily about my various  ''Visa''  cards, as I already knew that my  Sam's Club ''MasterCard''  had a significantly [and in my opinion, overly] huge credit limit): during these reviews, I took note of the fact that the ''IRS'' had cashed the ''Amount Due'' check I'd sent with my paper-filed Tax Returns.

Partially because of my own delays (both online and in preparation), and partially due to Public Transit disruptions, I did not arrive to the mechanics' shop until around Noon. I did not receive that much of a discount off of the parts & work done to the motorcycle, but they did trim my final cost down to just over $3,600.

Everything on the machine post-surgery operated smoothly, but during their repair process they had at some point scuffed my helmet and lost/discarded my handlebar panties and the magnets that I'd used to hold them in place to my mirror.

I decided to postpone any further trips or other non-essential stops on the way back to Town and just brought the cycle straight back to the Apartment, which was followed by another round of trying to polish/clarify the windshield -- I decided to hold off on any further cleaning/polishing attentions until a later date.

Motivated by my most recent conversation with my mother, wherein she'd informed me that she was contemplating dropping her ''Sam's Club'' subscription, I spent part of  Saturday (May 6)  reviewing our purchasing histories to determine whether trying to keep it active would've been worth the continued expense.

I stopped into the Post Office on the way to work  Sunday (May 7)  and retrieved my replacement helmet camera which had finally arrived, which I then proceeded to set-up while at the jobsite. I then rifled off a text to my Mother to propose the idea of having her ''downgrade'' her ''Sam's'' membership to the ''basic'' level, with the added incentive that I'd cover half of the Membership Fee.

After work, I used the return trip to test out the new/replacement camera as I continued on to ''Lowe's'' in order to scour their collection of vegetable/fruit seedlings, only to be disappointed with the lack of selection, which led me to supplement the pairs each of green pepper and cucumber plants (one of the latter getting damaged, perhaps irreparably) with some packaged seeds for eggplant (not finding anything of ''Japanese'' eggplant), ''Royal Burgundy'' string beans, and broccoli. I then stopped into ''Sam's New York Pizza'' for one of their large cheese pizzas before returning to the apartment.

Upon my arrival back at Home Base, I immediately began clearing & adding the plants to my garden (without my hand spade, which I'd misplaced somewhere I don't know when), also planting from among the seed packets -- partially in response to practically nothing being offered in the seedling department, but also in reaction to the cashier who had no concept of keeping the paper-packaged seeds out of the same bag where the seeping wet potted plants were being sacked, which led to my eggplant seeds getting thoroughly soaked.

May 10, 2023 (Wednesday)
22:10, Eastern Daylight Time

The throbbing pain in the left side of my face that I'd initially thought was the result of my now-bum post-surgery jaw joint and/or other dental-related issues that I'd been experiencing since yesterday that then seemed to be perhaps 'somewhat' connected with a couple of uncomfortable red rashes on my cheek had intensified and spread to my eye as though it were one of my migraines, and the rash was now found to be accompanied with a series of tiny barely-noticeable blisters, as well as now having been joined by another series of small more-noticeable blisters (but no redness) now assembling onto my unshaven chin on that side. I continued to rack my brain trying to recall what I might've come into contact with that would've been responsible for such an allergic reaction, until I decided think a bit outside of the box and wonder if it might have had some connection with my herpes infection that was a gift from my Ex-Wife -- after conducting some online research into a couple of my speculations, I concluded (suspected) that what I was most likely experiencing was a  ''Shingles''  outbreak... which again raises the question of whether I'd ever had the ''Chicken Pox'' as a child, or perhaps the vaccine against them. I'd ended-up calling literally just a minute or two too late to try to schedule an appointment to have the condition assessed at the Clinic, but upon searching for information about it online I'd learn that they do accept ''Walk-In'' visits.

I also planted (''replanted''?) some of my bean seeds, which I'd this time soaked overnight (per the instructions I'd overlooked during my original planting), after I'd caught a squirrel digging up my garden, which I speculated could've involved its stealing/eating the ones I'd put into the ground earlier.

I also finally managed to regain access to our employee information/scheduling website via downloaded app (which I'd long believed did not exist), after repeatedly failing to regain access via any of my web browsers, both on PC and smartphone. It was then that I was finally able to confirm that my shorted paycheck still not been corrected, as the updated information had not yet show-up in my banking statements as I was paying off my credit card balances. This fact still leaves me feeling quite conflicted however, regarding whether I should keep trying to pursue this adjustment, as I'm taking into consideration the series of  ''uber/lyft''  rides I'd had dispatched on my behalf these past couple of weeks.

May 11, 2023 (Thursday)
21:10, Eastern Daylight Time

Left & arrived at the Clinic later than intended, had the diagnosis of ''Shingles'' confirmed (visually) and was prescribed an antiviral called,  ''valacyclovir''  and was scheduled to come back in for a follow-up in ten days -- (...I also called in for a refill of my eyedrops before I rode back out later at a Quarter-'til-14:00 to retrieve my order).

On my way back from the Clinic, I stopped into ''Walmart'' to get my next batch of Fresh Produce, stopping first inside their garden area, where I purchased a potted plant each of okra and, of course, since there was nothing else but more ''peppers,'' a tomato plant.

I saw where the squirrel had been digging my garden again, so I refilled those holes in hopes that the monster would not return to digging in those spots; I then tried to find open spots where I could set the new plants, and dug up several bean seeds that had already begun to sprout -- I also uncovered that a few of the broccoli seeds had also sprouted.

In returning back from the Prescription pick-up, I found that the squirrel had yet again gone digging in the garden, so I decided to try to fight against any further incursions by laying-out the remainder of the border gate sections that I'd had left over from when I put the barrier up, in hopes that this would prove an effective-enough deterrent.

I then tried to get some sleep/rest before I decided to call my Mother ~ I'd originally wanted to call Cousin Darlene, and did not get back to trying to reach her after the conversation with my Mother had ended, as it had gotten late in the Evening.

May 12 (Friday) - 21 (Sunday) 2023
Weekend-to-Weekend ''Full-Week In Review''

Because of the constant pains related to enduring & fighting off the viral outbreak which prevented me from getting any sleep for nearly three days straight, I begged to leave work early  Saturday (May 13),  as I was struggling to remain alert, energized, etc. I was allowed to cut-&-run after half of my workshift. Returning to the apartment, I made an immediate dive for the bed, but the condition was still affecting me in such a way that I did not even begin to experience even any ''blip-out'' moments until roughly around 22:00, alternating between trying to sleep on the bed and on the couch in the front room.

Although I'd wanted to do so on a few occasions, I did not venture outside of the apartment, except for going in to Work  Sunday (May 14)  and to water & monitor the garden, of which the attempts at establishing a dig-prevention barrier over my seeded areas proved to be barely effective, although I was amazed at how quickly my bean plants had pushed forth & grown (it also ''appears'' that [only] one of the eggplant seeds had developed into something, although it'll be a while before I'm able to know for certain).

On  Thursday (May 18),  out of concern about a potential breach because of a nearby gas station that's always been notorious for rejecting my credit cards again having done so on my return trip from work that Sunday (which led to my determination that this time would be my last-ever attempt to patronize their location), I decided to review my history of charges to make sure their weren't any unauthorized phantom charges made against the card, whereupon I came face-to-face with the fact that I'd managed to overlook this particular card's billing when I was in the process of paying off all of the others when I'd decided to pay them all off five days ahead of their due dates. As a result of having missed that payment, I saw that I was assessed a $29 late fee; so I called in an attempt to have the charge either repealed or reduced: after finally getting through to an actual living breathing human dog-dambed being after a nearly ten-minute runaround on their stupid-ass automated system, I managed to negotiate the removal of the late charge -- I also used this opportunity to update my contact information, which I'd persistently been refused to do after every single attempt to do so online.

Up until the time I'd depleted my antiviral medication regimen  (Fri., May 19),  I'd been drinking nothing but water, as the instructions for taking the medicine required that I not consume any ''caffeinated'' beverages.

Immediately after work the  Second Saturday (May 20),  I conducted what I thought might've been a final shopping run at ''Sam's Club,'' as my/our subscription is on its final few renewal deadline days, stocking-up mostly on frozen items (breaded flounder, marinated salmon, asian chicken dish kit) along with a couple of cases of canned tuna, a ten-pound bag of red potatoes, a rotisserie chicken and a box of fig bars -- figuring I might return the following day to grab a big bag of Jasmine Rice.

While going through my routine of disinfecting the surfaces of the packages of the items I'd purchased, I'd ended-up shattering my sugar jar because of my impatience and absentmindedness in setting it aside in my attempt to provide extra cabinet space for some of the newly purchased items.

May 22 - 28, 2023 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full-Week In Review''

Arrived late for my follow-up clinic appointment  Monday Morning (May 22),  and was prescribed some medication that was supposed to aid with the recurring nerve pain (which I did not bother to retrieve until the following day): it was during this visit that I would inquire about billing for my visits to the clinic and was told that because of being insured through a ''Preferred Provider'' network that I would not owe anything in the form of any co-pays.

After the appointment, I continued on to the Ophthalmologist clinic with the intent of reactivating my eye exam appointments, but found the facility closed, indicating that the Doctor was likely working at their other location (which I believe is somewhere in either Clearwater or St. Pete).

Since I was right there in the same area, I proceeded over to ''Big Lots!'' with the intent of replacing my broken sugar jar, but found that they no longer stocked the one I'd originally purchased there (which came as absolutely no surprise), so I tried to find the closest alternative I could. While there, I also took advantage of a sale they were having to stock-up on three cases of spring water. I'd also planned on going back out to ''Sam's Club'' for that bag of Jasmine Rice, but upon checking the app I'd learned that the membership had already expired by about a day.

For the entire week I stayed locked inside, depressed and sleeping a lot, not venturing outside other than to periodically tend to the garden or when I finally had to go to the jobsite.

While finally getting around to brewing-up a big batch of my ''Wingin' It'' dried beans & rice soup on  Friday (May 26),  I tried calling first my Dad (got voicemail; left brief message), then ''Family Historian'' Darlene (got voicemail again; full mailbox this time), then my Moms (voicemail yet again; left brief message saying I'd text later).

After all of the Zero-Contacts, I made the conscious decision to place an actual direct person-to-person voice conversation phone call to ''Mimi,'' who called me back immediately after I'd gotten another full mailbox voicemail message. She told me that she'd recently been seen for medical observations after having experienced chest and arm pains, which would've suggested something related to a heart attack, but said that she had not been diagnosed with any such related conditions. These complications came in on the coat tails of the earlier stresses associated with her having to reclaim her vehicle following a couple of missed payments, which she said wound-up costing her $2,500 -- something she'd informed me about two weeks earlier after I'd texted her about my Shingles diagnosis.

For the majority of the over 1.5 hours of connection (between two back-to-back calls, as I had to redial after the first half-hour of being connected, because I couldn't get any kind of response from her end), I'd been the one doing most of talking, mostly about mundane shyte related to movies, particularly about how it was only because of the racist backlash over the ''Disney'' decision to use a Black actress to portray the lead character in their live-action remake of  ''The Little Mermaid''  that made me take any interest at all in the movie when it releases (which was actually how the topic got started in the first place, when she mentioned that she'd planned on taking her Son to see it and asked if I'd planned on doing so myself), and with me ranting ceaselessly about ''Warner Bros.'' and their long line of major fuck-ups because of their mishandling of their  ''DC Comics''  properties, especially as it related to their sabotaging of the  ''Snyderverse''  and hiring former Directors from the  ''Marvel Cinematic Universe''  movies franchises (Joss Whedon and James Gunn) to try to ''Marvelize'' their movies because they have no faith in the original and alternative visions of the Writers and Directors they hire for that very purpose.

It was evident during the calls that she was on some sort of medication that was making her drowsy and nodding off, and no doubt my ranting & babbling weren't helping matters much.

Later that evening I sent Mimi a couple of texted ''Return to Wellness'' GIFs, then sent Paula a quick text & GIF updating her on my recovery condition.  (Regarding my interactions with Paula, despite the amount of mixed-signals I'd been receiving from her over time, I've resigned myself to the fact that we're never going to ever have an actual meet-up, much less a ''Pussy Eating'' encounter.)

Saturday (May 27)  while at work saw my cellphone's Mobile Internet not operational. Even after several restarts and a Mobile/Wi-Fi ''reset,'' online connectivity would not be restored. The hope was that this was simply a larger Network issue and not related to the phone itself, thereby not requiring me to re-submit it to a technician, which was what had led to me adopting this  ''Moto''  phone in the first place.

Back at the apartment (after a brief after-work shopping stop at ''Dollar Tree,'' followed by ''Winn-Dixie,'' mainly for my spices), the already regularly noisy next door Spanish-speaking neighbors had two very small children running around, one almost running smack into me as I was carrying all of my items to my apartment as she bolted out of their left-open door: I mention this because I suspect that she and what I'd assumed was her brother of about the same age may have been instrumental in the damaged (wilted) condition I found a number of the plants my garden in as I was departing for work  Sunday (May 28),  particularly my tomato and okra and at least a couple of my bean plants, as well as my cucumber having been shifted out of the position I'd placed it in the prior day after I'd brought my groceries & working effects inside (during which time I realized that what I'd believed [hoped] was at least one of the eggplant seeds developing into something was in fact another bean plant, and that neither any eggplant or broccoli seeds had actually sprouted).

Accessing Internet on the Phone via Mobile Data continued to prove to be a problem while at work on Sunday as well; after a series of searching through numerous folders and subfolders and tweak-testing a number of things, I finally managed to discover where the connectivity problems linked back to and thus managed to reactivate the service.

On the way back from work, I continued on to ''Lowe's'' for some roach spray, dish detergent, and to scout out a few more potted plants to fill-in some patched spots in the garden (and possibly serve as replacements for those that had been damaged, in case they should not survive), of which I'd procured yet another Tomato plant, decided to try for a Watermelon plant, and just barely came across one last remaining but weak-looking and barely fledgling ''Japanese Eggplant'' which I decided to take a chance on, especially since it was the last/only one remaining (which led me to try yet again to arrange the extra border guards in such a way-- this time in ''canopy-style'' sort of a set-up --that would [hopefully] serve as a deterrent to the squirrels which had already been spying on my & my activity as I was setting the new additions in place).

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