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April 12 - SpyPhone Wake up at 5:00 in the morning. Well well-fed, quite early, despite the fact that for the night I got 2 chocolates like a pig. In the morning I ate 1.5 more chocolates. Nice ... Spring is coming, it's quite warm 6 degrees on the field, I slept in my pants for a change. I had a great sleep, I felt so at ease in bed. I think I'll take a walk for a change. Although I was wondering what to do: meditate, write a program? But I'm going for a walk. Even though I ate a lot of chocolate - chlamydia did not travel much. Yesterday, she also wandered little during the day. During the treatments, I even fanatized myself and imagined various things, which I had not done for a long time, because thinking about pain consumes all my mental energy. I think I will give the rest of the chocolate to someone. Now, after I ate 1.5, I can't look at the chocolate. I wish I had eaten so much of her. This contradicts my affirmation "white sugar is fucking poison ..." "white sugar destroys my mighty body ..." Oh, Chlamas started to wander me :) But on the other hand, I could say to myself: "My body is becoming resistant to this poison ...". Yes, but my body is able to resist small doses of poisons ... This is what homeopathy is all about. Let's face it, I gorged myself like a pig, I wanted to please myself, although once in a while you can :) I went to practice after 6:00 in the park. In the park, I really wanted to shit. I showered myself in the bushes, it's good that it is morning hours, there are not many people and I had tissues with me. However, a certain slaughter disturbed me. Half of the stool was stained red in blood. Oh god, a little panic. And I was already looking for the reason: I must have eaten too much of this chocolate. Yesterday until 2, today also almost 2. On an empty stomach. It's poison. In the morning when I got back, there was also a lot of stool in my blood. The cure for me would be an apple and a carrot. In addition, hunger, but the stomach was clogged with chocolate. At the same time, I was breathing a lot this time using the 4-4-4-4 technique. However, the effects in the form of a stronger and stronger voice are completely absent. FUCKING MAC !!! Legal Counsel on Facebook Bartlomiej Marzec announced free legal advice. I am writing to him, but I really don't feel like writing. I want to do nothing. In a moment I will feel good again, but due to the lack of effects, I do not want to go there. What to do, what the fuck to do ... Yesterday I still had the impression that the urine is slightly red, today I also had such an impression ... Fucking chocolate, I will not eat it anymore. I remembered that he also talked to some guy about what I was doing. I told him I was breathing. I could tell you what do you care I have a lot of hate today. cold needles in the brain from that cyst. and this nonsense of life. I decided to take the tramal to lunch. 100mg. without sipping. maybe it will work less well and I will be able to work today. pancakes for dinner. Bartlomiej Marzec - legal advisor wrote back to me. Although I did not want to write back to him ... Also: I found interesting meditation positions today. In fact, I think I wrote about it once, but despite this, I kept repeating the same mistakes. And so: Back position, legs crossed, hands behind the head for the pillow. I could stay in it for quite a long time without tiredness and suffering, perhaps even 20-30 minutes. The position is great! My unloaded anger and hatred was burned in this position which made my meditation easier. In addition, I took a tram today :) Even if it was not meditation, I got joy and pleasure from Tramal :) In the evening I was tapped on android and hacking bluetooth. I was looking for eavesdropping programs a lot, but the spyphone costs up to PLN 1000. Then bluetooth hacking, but of course all Linux password cracking programs are so complicated that it's impossible to get over it. KURRRRWA. For the night I ate a hearty dinner, lots of dumplings. FUCKING ... Until my belly bursts. I wish I'd eaten like a pig again. And after all, I kept my diet for so many months. It all started with donating blood. Well, with the chic, I gave my chocolate away. I had a great desire to listen to my father's and mother's phone calls, to know what was going on, what they said about me, but now that I have seen how complicated it is - I have enough again. Plus, I felt like a pig. In addition, my head hurts in that one particular place, the feeling of cold needles in my brain ... eh ...