I decided I needed to rest for a day, so I took a day off from everything. I didn’t clean, cooked something from a package, and rested by reading a book. One of those Austen books. Have times changed for women? I don’t know if we’re worse off today or not. It seems there’s not been much improvement in how women live. But thank God those days of women always fainting are over!
Anyway, to get back to how my day went.
At about 10:30 a.m., the electronic hitting began. I got hit from every direction, south, north, west, east. I got hit in my face, teeth, knees, stomach, etc. Any body part that you can think of got hit. I was getting hit from the west really hard so I decided to go out and see who was doing it. As soon as I stepped on the walkway, a woman in a black car from across the street backed up and made a U-turn and took off like lightning. I’m surprised she didn’t run someone over. Then my instincts told me to go right. I went right. And there was the man who’s always outside in the morning waiting for me to come out. This man looks like a billy-goat. He has one of those beards that resemble a goat’s. He was sitting on the wall looking toward my apartment. He didn’t know I was coming and looked very surprised. Well, I got my gadget out and hit him back. He made believe he was feeling nothing, but I could see him moving his fingers around trying not to seem as if he was hurting. I hadn’t locked my door and suddenly felt I had to leave and go check my door. My door was open. It’s amazing the instincts I’ve developed dealing with the devils.
I went back into my apartment and the hitting began again. It was coming from the idiot upstairs, downstairs, diagonally across from me. From everywhere. They weren’t going to leave me alone for the rest of the day. They were going to make sure I didn’t rest. And for the rest of the day that’s what went on. Non-stop electronic hitting from everywhere. These people are like rats and roaches. They only come out when no one’s around. They don’t have the guts to look someone in the eye and face them. So all day, I had to protect myself rom the rats and the roaches. I didn’t get one bit of rest. And the night was even worse. But I won’t go into every detail because if I do, they’ll only make my life worse. And believe me, my life can’t get any worse, or maybe it can?
These sub-humans really need to get a dose of their own medicine. But, of course, they always go running to their monitors and tell them what I’ve done and that they can’t get to me. And the monitor always comes up with a new plan to make my life even more miserable. And the babies go back to feeling smug. But it doesn’t last for too long, because I always have a back up plan.
Ahh, poor, poor babies. I guess they need their mommies around to protect them. They can’t do it themselves.
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