Wednesday, August 28, 2024

My ledger's current balance for my account held by U.S. Bank is $104.88. I didn't buy a birthday cake and candles. I don't have enough money to go to a movie. By relay, I'm told that your packages sent to the UPS Store, for me, are held or returned. Tomorrow, I'll go there, to ask whether anything has been delivered, for me, for my birthday.

I'm not feeling well. I'm completely over-powered. I'm stretched or scaled, with long legs. The terrorists and Robot-handlers, very deliberately, throw me around, push and shove, throw me off balance, and won't allow me to move. I've been lying in bed. This morning, Sam Hithye, retired, came out-of-cloak and was, again, unable to see me or touch me.

When I, finally, got up, this afternoon, I went to get a cup of coffee. I haven't, yet, made it back to Sheridan's to find a peach. I hope to make it, there, tomorrow. I haven't been able to eat at home, because I can't control my body movements and the terrorists are irradiating everything. I've been eating Taco Bell, every day.

It's been cooler, here. We're getting towards the end of summer.

Tomorrow, August 29th, is my birthday. My birthday wish, for this 48th birthday, is for my U.S. Army assigned, Sam Hithye, retired, to find me, in person, and for us to stay together.

"Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator." - Confucius

I don't have a cell phone, nor a camera. Sam Hithye will have to take my birthday photo and send it to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children and tweet it. Please try to send me a note, to JL42-61D@proton.me.

I'll keep writing out. Please keep trying to make direct contact. Stop the fascists! May we live and die free!