Friday, August 30, 2024

Yesterday was my 48th birthday. Nobody made direct contact.

I went to the coffee shop and had an egg & cheese bagel sandwich and a coffee. I went to Sheridan's and bought a Maryhill Peach, a yellow peach that wasn't quite ripe. It was crunchy. I had a San Pellegrino grapefruit soda that was delicious. I didn't find the apricots. They had, both, yellow and white nectarines. The 'donut' peaches still didn't have a sign.

I went to the ATM machine. My ledger balance for my account held by U.S. Bank was $84.89. The Account balance was $143.07. The Available balance was $97.94. My account held by Key Bank showed a balance of $1,338.73. My direct deposit from SSDI must've posted on my birthday as the U.S. Air Force human traffickers planned. I received my statement from Key Bank. The ending balance was $3.73. I don't have my ledger for that account. My bank account ledgers were in my Google account (KPFJ.PFD1@GMAIL.COM). I've been using my U.S. Bank DEBIT card, every day. I had been told by the banker, in person, that my $4.95 monthly fee would post on August 4. It hadn't. I don't know why my balance is off. The statement that I received was through August 6. The ending balance on that statement was $666.54. I heard the terrorist chatter that that was one of their lucky numbers, '666'. That statement was correct, differing from my ledger by the $4.95 fee that hadn't posted. The balance was off, but charges made before the 6th with my DEBIT card had not all posted.

I tried to go to the UPS Store. I got there just after 6:00 P.M. and they were closed. I don't think that I'm going to make it there, today, before they close.

Then, I went to the Taco Bell, for dinner. The combos aren't numbered. I had the one with the mexican pizza and two crunchy taco supremes. It was delicious. They didn't have sporks. The fork wouldn't cut the mexican pizza. The plastic tines were flimsy and dull.

It was late, when I was done. I got off the bus at the stop, after my house, and went to the bar. I sat outside, at the covered, picnic tables, and drank a couple of RC Colas. It was a really nice night. It was around midnight and it had cooled down, with a subtle breeze. I got home at around 2:40 A.M.

Terrorists are on me, overlapping my brain. Sam Hithye is, en cloak, right behind me. I didn't receive any E-mails or birthday messages. The Missing Kids vols, en cloak, came and took birthday photos. Sam Hithye (@Sam_422608) is going to tweet them, to my X (Twitter) account (@jsm4226153) that I'm locked out of and is fractured. By relay, I heard lots of Happy Birthdays. I made it to forty-eight. I'll try to make it to forty-nine. I've heard that turning fifty feels good, like turning forty did.