The urge to wallpaper something

I heard the alarm at 8 and I got up to shut it off. I went back to bed. I had a dream involving my mom and Michele as a little girl. So I stayed with it as long as I could. It was 10 when I got up. I drank some lemon water with clove oil in it. I opened my laptop to discover that it had updated and rebooted again. I went into the settings and changed it to notify me before rebooting. I don't know how it got changed to automatic. Maybe that is something 'they' slip into updates, like congress puts riders on bills. I swished and exercised and watched Yotube videos on 'parkour'. I can't define it, but it involves risky acrobatic stunts. I had to pull myself away by closing that tab altogether. I cleared e-mail. I listened to a gut audio on parasites while I juiced and drank. The speaker said 8 of 10 people have parasites and those need to be cleared up before any other issues are addressed: metal toxicity, yeast or fungal infections, EMF sensitivity, food allergies, fibromyalgia etc. Parasites can even cause tooth grinding. After listening, I made breakfast and ate it while listening to another one on SIBO – small intestinal bacterial overgrowth.
I brought in the mail, which was junk plus Netflix. Chris skyped me when he got to Soto Cano, then went to bed. I looked at kitchens on line, and textured paintable wallpaper. That made me want to wallpaper something. I had permission to do the small bathroom downstairs, but when I looked at it critically, there were too many trouble spots: things that wouldn't come off the wall, and an encasement strip that went all around the old wallpaper. I could not see how it was attached. I disassembled a project structure from at least a month ago. I ended up in the garage. So I decided to unpack a few boxes. The first box held several smaller open boxes of paints. So it was quite the mess inside since everything had shifted. It was the original box from the shed. The packers did not repack it or pack it inside a better box. It was water-damaged too. I took pics as I went. I kept thinking “We paid for this?”. The miter saw was wrapped in brown paper. It seemed to be broken and disassembled. I found some pieces of it in a box with Chris' army and computer stuff. I saw the fishtank, but did not unwrap it because it was upside down and I did not want to chance breaking it.
I thought it was enough for one day. I went upstairs and answered e-mail. I looked at pics of complex polyhedra online, listening to another audio. I ate a sweet potato, and read a pdf on parasites. It suggested several labs for testing, but they all require the involvement of a doctor to order tests. I looked up the lab I got for hormone testing, but that one doesn't do other kinds of tests. I watched an episode of X-Files. It had Ryan Reynolds in it (although he is the first person to die). So I looked him up and saw he did a movie called Buried. I looked that up. Apparently it is an intense film with an ending that most people did not like. I couldn't decide if I wanted to rent it to find out exactly what it was or not. I watched a Youtube rife video for parasites.
* This is the back of the quilt I posted yesterday. *