I have explored my new surroundings today with my new step measuring phone app. Who needs Fitbit? It's a comfortable twenty minutes walk from my crib to the beach dunes. I never swam there yet, or probably ever, but will be sure to in coming days on pre-workday midday outings. I am very happy to be alone and get away from my noisy kids and extremely foolish and ungrateful wife. I can already feel normal manhood returning to my veins like a Nissan Leaf sucking up electricity after a twelve hour taxi shift. Women and children are foolish and weak, they do not encompass or live the wisdom and strength native to man. Even girly and gay men, actually no, not including girly and gay men. Women and children will turn men girly and gay. If I was assigned a thousand gay men I could probably turn them all into ultimate warrior soldiers and non pansies because I understand yelling at people and violence. Or maybe I don't.
Let's not get bogged down in details. I have gone ahead and booked the Rolls Royce option for sailing school. If you're out on Sydney harbor in January on weekends (pleno verano) you might see Benji on a superyacht or something. Getting educated on all yacht crew roles (excepting skipper). I would not be surprised if I find joy in human interactions on board a sophisticated yacht on social cruising nights in coming months.
Crypto.com wow. I can buy all my groceries and probably transfer all kinds of money to my Paypal without getting screwed by inflation at all. Works out to free groceries all year no doubt. And a lot of PayPal. Just park thousands in the crypto.com account and email myself gift cards which I can scan and spend at the mall. Basically free money. Awesome.
Return of mental waking peace and spiritual peace. Thank God I put some miles between myself and the foolish woman and children. Keyword: foolish. Already my dreams last night were so real, I immediately sensed my existence beyond the mundane world. What a pity I didn't write out my dreams in more detail this morning perhaps. Even now I could, but I guess I'll pass.
Nancy Pelosi, I hate her. Maybe I can pretend my cushion is Nancy and crush its skull. To crush or not to crush, that is the question.
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