A while ago I thought I found a new way to meditate, by repeatidly writing stuff on a piece of paper till it was completely full, but now I think my sister is listening through the walls, and using some kind of AI program which lets her know what I'm writing by the sound of my pencil scratching the paper. I write embaresing things like "I will masterbate less" or "I won't use foodstamps to make kilju" and I hide them in the paper cassete of my printer. I'm scared she also hears me taking the cassete in and out too, so I try to take it out in advance, and then, when she hears me moving paper around (which she can also hear) she won't associate it with the click that can only come from the extraction of a printer paper cassette. Naturaly, following this, I also try not to reinsert it just before I leave my room, so I often leave it out if I have to leave without planing. When ever I go to my mom's room to get the key for the mail or to take her empty coffee mug to the kitchen, I think my sister is litening and when she hears me going in there, she thinks I also go in her room when she's not here (I don't) and so she thinks its justified to snoop around in my room, and so I try hiding the cassette under junk. One time I got so worried she might have found it when I went to Walmart to get more sugar and yeast, that I couldn't breath right the whole way home. when I got to my room I saw that the roll of tracing paper I put on top of the paper cassette rolled slightly, did she see it? I would have posted this earlier but I was washing some clothes and the voice activated mircophone in my washing machine is too sensitive, so it was broadcasting the uncompressed sound of its own operation straight to a Palentier datacenter, which of course gets priority over personal computers.