I could tell that they were determined that I drink a tainted beverage before going to sleep the other night. None of my usual attempts to sneak a sports drink and then pay for it worked. I throw out a PowerAid from Walgreens because it tasted so bitter that it was clearly tainted. I tried again at the grocery store, and that beverage was tainted as well--but I drank the whole thing.
It became clear that they had plans for me the next day, and they wanted me to be enervated.
Having imbibed the tainted beverage, I woke up the next day and attempted to lift weights before going to the cafe for breakfast. I had next to no energy. I managed my workout, which can be done in as few as 15 minutes, in an hour and a half. I felt that I was either dehydrated or suffering from some kind of poisoning--most likely the usual suspect, a non-lethal dose of arsenic.
When I got to the cafe for breakfast, there was a black gentleman there with his young daughter who was dressed in pink. I recognized him from the tennis club I used to belong to.
Now it's clear that there was a plan for this morning at the cafe. I was expected to be completely exhausted--and I was, but the workout had pepped me up slightly.
The guy repeatedly inquires about some situation with his daughter in her school or whatever, something about a seat and about a Gabe. Gabe of course sounds like Gay , especially from the next table. This was intended. You see, these tennis people stole a bunch of money from me then got me fired from my job in order to prevent me from being able to pay my monthly dues and so get me kicked out of the club.
The girl said what I think were her lines, in an unrelated topic of conversation regarding her energy level. She was saying that when she's happy, she has energy but when she's not happy, she's tired. Remember, the conspirators intended for me to be absolutely bushed at the cafe. There was some mention of the word depression in relation to the topic.
I guess what they were trying to imply is that I was depressed at the club. And I guess then they are suggesting that that's why they wanted to kick me out. And their support for this was that they claim I was low energy.
Well, this whole scheme only gives insight into what actually went on when I was a member of the tennis club. This apparently was part of general strategy that that demon Sue and others were engaged in--poison me so as to enervate me, then claim I'm depressed. My evidence? Well, the scheme I just detailed sets it out quite clearly--it's exactly what they pulled on me on this occasion.
Indeed, I was often low energy at the club--despite having unlimited emthusiasm for both tennis and the club. But I could never understand why I was so wasted day after day--maybe I worked out too hard. Now I know though.
