Free

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has choked da chicken to a flacid climax. The whole purpose of my trip to town is my workout at the gym. Incidentally, that's the sole purpose of most of my days. Aside from the gym, there is nothing else on the agenda. Absolutely nothing. Sadly, the hottie gym trainer was not on duty while I engaged in my usual workout. However, I saw her standing in the trainer's office area just as I was leaving at 2pm. Baby was looking hot. Baby must have just arrived a few minutes earlier.

I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. Once again, I opted to remain confined to my squalid room for the rest of the afternoon and on into the night. Same ol' shit.

With the untimely passing of Uncle Tosh, the issue of mortality has once again resurfaced in the oversized cranium. Time is running out. The only real item that should be on my agenda is the exodus. That's right, I need to get out of Babylon. I need to be free. Thus, the divestiture of all useless crap must be the top priority. I must also close any useless accounts. In addition, the shenanigans that are transpiring in the financial world have already usurped all of my cost-cutting countermeasures. I really cannot salvage anything remotely resembling a "normal" life. I could not return to such a life-style anyway. I have been deprogrammed. I'm already too old to hook up with a babe, but the Vienna Sausage is still fully operational. Heck, I cannot even afford to reinstate my vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library. Fortunately, there are sites like Spankwire to alleviate the pain for poor eunuchs like the ol' lavahead. He can now view low-resolution hurdy-gurdy clips for free. The ol' lavahead is waiting for clips of Lindsay Meadows, his new favorite hurdy-gurdy star. Sheesh!

Richard Cook wrote a timely article that appeared on the Global Research site titled, "Will Economic Stimulus Measures Stave Off Recession?" An excerpt:

The Republican candidates for president all want more tax cuts along with reductions in federal spending. But the only sizeable expenditures left to cut, if the war machine and interest on the debt are sacrosanct, are Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid.

That's a part of the plan, isn't it? The article, by the way, is a worthy read.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Why are US armed forces still in Iraq and Afghanistan? Why did we go there in the first place? Is anyone else wondering the same thing. It's been over four years now, and the answers are not forthcoming. I am sick and tired of hearing the same tired, old rhetoric. We are not fighting "terrorism." We are not spreading democracy. We are not battling "Islamofascism." Can somebody please fill me in? I've been waiting for an answer for over four years.

While we're at it, can someone explain how infinitely increasing debt service became the engine of the global economy? Actually, I already have determined the answers. However, I am just talking to myself. I could be psychotic. I would like to hear the truth ... no, make that The Truth ... from those of the elite class in the know. I don't want to guess anymore. I don't want to sort through the diatribe of the myriad talking heads. I want to hear The Truth from the source. I want to know exactly how much time I have left before I will be forced into serfdom. Is that too much to ask?

I did not sleep well last night. Pete, one of the housemates, returned at 3am and had his cheesy bass-enhanced sound system cranked up loud. A cheap sound system is easily characterized by the hollow boomy bass (500Hz region). He was playing the same crap, which I believe is one of those crappy Japanese animations. At first, I thought that it was a video game. He views the same crap every night. Of course, the guy is dumber than a knob. Could I expect much else?

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has eclipsed reality with little impact. I have observed one of the Hawai'ian Sovereignty groups camped out in Capitol district for several days now. There's a small tent city complete with portable latrines and make-shift showers. There are large hand-painted signs placed all over the area. The native Hawai'ians want their nation back. I can't say that I blame them. However, the gabachos¹ are not going to hand anything back to anyone.

I completed my reading of Chalmers Johnson's book, Blowback," while I was at the library. After reading the book, I can honestly claim that I have no hope for any kind of rational change. The empire and society-at-large will just have to collide with destiny. Nothing can stop the juggernaut.

I did my usual workout at the gym. I was able to board an uncrowded Route 1L bus within minutes after leaving the gym. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before 4pm. Pete, the housemate with the shitty stereo, had some crappy acid rock music playing full blast. The floor in my squalid room was vibrating along with the hollow bass thumping from his cheap loudspeakers. Was I impressed? Not really. These juvenile stunts are completely boring to me.

At 6pm, Tobin and Pete, the housemates/musicians, decided to have a jam session in the second floor common area that has, by the way, been converted into a recording studio. I have no idea where these chumps came up with the money for all that crap. What's even more pathetic is that nothing I have heard so far sounds like music. I suppose the chicks are impressed. That's all that matters, eh? Basically, the prepubescent boys are bored. Pete and Tobin are unemployed right now, so they spend their time "spreading their wings." Perhaps they should perform the homeless guy emulation instead.

Strangely, all was quiet at 7pm. No one was home except the ol' lavahead. Looks like another night of the same ol' shit for the old fool. There is nowhere to go. There is nothing to do. It is becoming painfully obvious that I need to invoke the exodus soon.

Uncle Tosh passed on around midnight yesterday, according to moms. I did not expect him to expire so quickly. I have no further details yet. Uncle Tosh will no longer suffer the agonizing pain of a failing body. He can now rest in peace.

¹Gabacho, a White Supremacist fat slob.

Pain Aversion

I had to be extremely careful with the dosages of the Safeway® Night Time elixir. I have not ingested any kind of medication in years. Thus, my nasal passages and sinuses reacted almost instantly to the decongestant and antihistamine. In fact, the elixir seemed to work too well. I was appalled to discover that acetaminophen was the primary ingredient. I can deal with pain. However, the ingredient's prevalence suggest that most "Americans" are pain-aversive. Says it all, doesn't it?

Pain-aversion is why Shrub and his cronies are frantically attempting to paste together an "economic stimulus" package, most of which are tax cuts. The plan is to salvage consumer spending, the last bastion of freedom for pain-aversive "Americans." Obviously, the stimulus package is more of the same Greenspan-like baloney. And, frankly, the real purpose is clear - another huge wealth transfer from the poor class to the elite class. There is a method to the madness, of course. Essentially bankrupting the Federal government will finally open the door to "privatize" or destroy key social services. The game is to keep the "debt bubble" inflated and constantly growing. Debts can be inflated away.

The predator-like behavior in the so-called "business world" has been imported into the workings of society-at-large. Expect that such large and blatant violations of social equity will continue unabated. Wars are the primary objective of all empires. The moneychangers and powers-that-be desire to make war. Military incursions are essential to their financial strategy. After all, the "defense" industry comprises 25 percent of GDP. That's why we appear to be barreling along to our self-destruction, but we are not. The elite class will do extremely well. The lower classes will finally be able to experience pain and suffering. No matter what, the war machine will thunder along. That is, until the secular Apocalypse comes to fruition.

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has gone through meltdown and disappeared. I ran into Anne morning on the Route 1L bus. She is still unemployed. I believe that she is in her third month of unemployment. The rest of the day was a repeat of every other homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. I did my usual workout at the gym. On the way out, I ran into Justin, a former Diploma Mill student. He is now a gym trainer at the gym, along with my favorite hottie gym trainer. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa! Incidentally, he was the student who gave me a few problems way back in early December 2004 (see the journal entry for the first week). I've seen him around many times since.

The 4:10pm Route 1l bus did not show up again. I had to wait 40 minutes before I could board a Route 1L bus. Fortunately, traffic was not as bad. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5:30pm. Unbelievable as it may seem, I am still battling the common cold. So, I will be sitting in my squalid room for the rest of the evening. Tobin, one of the housemates, removed the cheesy WPA security for the wireless router. I am now able to connect to it effortlessly.

Sleep Deprivation Redux

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been frittered away. Not to worry. Homeless guy emulation days are a "dime a dozen." I repeated another sleepless night, by the way. It took me two hours to stabilize the coughing and choking induced by post-nasal drip. Then, one of the housemates, Pete, returned home to completely wake me up with the inane video game that he likes to play every night. Of course, the sound has to be pumped through his bass-enhanced sound system for realism. By that time, it was too late for me to fall asleep. Naturally, I suffered a relapse of the common cold. It's already been a week.

As groggy as I was, I staggered to the bus stop at 8:15am. Once in town, I stopped at Safeway® to purchase my brunch items and a bottle of Safeway® Night Time ($4.19 on sale), a generic version of NyQuil®. After completing my brunch in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza, I was off to the library. As usual, I had to compete with the myriad homeless for the restroom facilities. I was able to find some privacy in order to down a three-quarter dosage of the generic elixir. Whoa! Within an hour, I was buzzin'. And, there's no alcohol in the product. My sinuses were extremely clear, too.

I spent most of my time at the library lapsing in and out of a coma. I did my usual workout at the gym. I departed at the usual time, but I did not see the hottie gym trainer. I stood in an obscure area of the bus stop near Chinatown Gateway Plaza as I waited for the bus. The Route 1L bus did not arrive at the usual time of 4:10pm. I continued to wait and noticed that very few buses were Eastbound on Hotel Street. I was able to chat with one of my former Asylum students for a few minutes. I have been running into more and more Asylum students lately. The question of the mysterious closure of the Asylum always pops up.

Unbelievable as it may seem, the hottie gym trainer appeared a few minutes later. I only happened to catch a glimpse of her as she walked down Hotel Street. Baby has an extremely tight derrière. The Route 1L bus finally arrived sometime after 4:30pm. I recognized the driver which clued me in to the fact that the bus was 30 minutes late. Has the bus not been late, I would not have been able to briefly peruse the hottie gym trainer. Traffic was gridlocked through the downtown to Waikiki corridor. There other smaller gridlocked areas. I finally alighted the bus near Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 6:30pm. I had to perform the dreaded laundry chores at an incredible late hour, so I was in for the night. Nothing new, eh? That's right, same ol' shit again.

As it turned out, the reason that traffic remained gridlocked was because, according to the local rag, a psycho wearing a hospital uniform threw a baby onto the H-1 freeway from the Miller Street overpass. The police normally close the involved roadways for most of the day in any kind of vehicular manslaughter case, which explains why all of the buses as well as the hottie gym trainer were late today.

Throw in the Towel (Reprise)

For the past few days, the common cold has made a mockery of my human functions. The post-nasal drip continues unabated, albeit sporadic. A coughing frenzy can kick up at anytime with phlegm and spittle spewing in all directions ... on the face of stone ... on my dork glasses ... on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer ... anything.

I drove to Safeway® in Kuapa Kai this morning at 8:30am. After purchasing the obligatory cup of coffee, I was on my way. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was busy writing a letter. I occupied my time with trivia. After moms was done, we chatted for a bit. Apparently, Uncle Tosh has decided that he has had it with dialysis. He has a fraction of a kidney functioning, so dialysis is not an option. However, Uncle Tosh is in bad shape, far worse that I had previously thought. He had broken his hip after a fall. Now, there is little chance that he will walk again. The infection that he contracted about two months ago has not abated. The infection is not responding to medication. Uncle Tosh is also a Type I diabetic. And, moms added, he has some kind of blood cancer. In other words, Uncle Tosh is really suffering, and he wants the pain to end. He is effectively "throwing in the towel."

Moms has not heard anything about Aunty Margaret, but she believes that Aunty Margaret suffered a stroke. After that somber conversation, moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms did some grocery shopping at Foodland. We stopped by Loco Moco to purchase a small Teriyaki Steak plate lunch. In addition to the plate lunch, moms served up fresh vegetables, ahi poke, canned salmon, and rice. What a feast!

After lunch, I chatted with moms briefly. Then, I was on my way at 1pm. I parked at the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. I rode the bus to town from there.I walked to the gym and did my usual workout. Sadly, I did not see the hottie gym trainer. I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai Park n' Ride, retrieved my truck, and found myself in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5:30pm. Obviously, not feeling too well, I had no choice but to piddle around in the dump for the rest of the evening.

My money market funds are now taking a rapid dive, dividend-wise. The actions of the Fed have finally forced a drop in interest rates. Rumor has it that the Fed will drop short-term interest rates, this time by 75 basis points or more, possibly even before its meeting at the end of the month. Make no mistake, we are seeing the preparations for a new war. The plans have been accelerated. That's why the stock market is tanking. Most likely, the target of war will be Iran. The conflagration will commence with a nuclear bomb strike followed by a ground invasion. What else could explain the continuous barrage of attempts to establish a justifiable pretext for an incursion? Why else is Shrub dancing the jig in Saudi Arabia with the nation's demented royalty?

I am tracing the pattern established for the Iraq incursion. When short-term interest rates converge on two percent (i.e., the "war level"), there will be enough cheap "liquidity" to commence the war. Favors are being given out in the form of new arms deals with our favorite despots. We are also selling off our assets (e.g., banks, infrastructure, businesses, etc.) for cheap, thanks to the engineered debt crisis. The latter are "gratuities" to insure that our creditors will continue to purchase our government bonds even though the return is low. More debt will then be created, especially by the new war. However, that debt will just be consolidated with the outstanding debt. In other words, the Fed is inflating the current debts away in order to prepare for substantially more debts, all at low interest. For consumers, even more cheaper loans will become available with longer terms to decrease monthly payments. Keeping consumers satiated in materialism will keep them fat and ignorant, just the way the moneychangers and powers-that-be like 'em.

As for the ol' lavahead, he will simply wait for the ax to fall. He is tired of chasing his tail. He's ready to "throw in the towel." He knows full well that he will be robbed blind, no matter what. Why doesn't he purchase gold like he said he would? The ol' lavahead knows that gold will most likely be confiscated, as it was in the past. Right now, gold has become a thorn in the side of the elite. Why doesn't the ol' fool just give in and become a faithful wage slave again? The ol' lavahead knows that, in his state of vulnerability, he will be a prime candidate to be infected by the epidemic of the "seven sins." He will need to be far stronger, much more immune, before he can put himself in that kind of dangerous environment again. Remember, wage slavery is what put him in this predicament in the first place.

Oil Change

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has come to pass. Well, not exactly. I commenced my morning with a drive to New City Nissan®, the dealership where I purchased my Nissan® Frontier truck. I had scheduled an oil change and tire rotation. Mind you, the latter tasks could have easily been performed by the ol' lavahead at a fraction of the $73 cost that he had to fork out. The dealership's courtesy shuttle dropped me off near Safeway® in town at 9:15am.

The rest of the day was the same ol' shit. Of course, the highlight of my day was when I saw the hottie gym trainer. I finished my gym workout a few minutes later than usual. I walked in the direction that I normally take to get to the bus stop next to Chinatown Gateway Plaza. However, the hottie gym trainer was already walking along Fort Street Mall to the gym. Baby looked hot. El Diablo hot. What was odd is that baby stared rigidly ahead as she walked by. The punchline, of course, is that I actually had to be at a different bus stop in order to ride on the route that would take me back to the New City Nissan®. However, how could I possibly miss an opportunity to see the gorgeous hottie gym trainer?

Incidentally, I neglected that the last time I saw the hottie gym trainer near Chinatown Gateway Plaza, baby had just descended the steps of the plaza. I was still about 50 feet from the intersection. I saw baby standing, then rushing to push the button for the walk signal on the utility pole at the corner. Why did baby push the button? The button is for the crosswalk signal in the perpendicular crosswalk. Obviously, With the number of times that baby crosses the intersection, she would know that fact.

So, yes, after catching a precious glimpse of baby, I detoured to the other bus stop. As ludicrous as it sounds, that particular bus stop is almost directly across from the gym. After a short bus ride, I arrived at the dealership at 4:30pm. After paying the bill, I looked around the dealership for a few minutes. One of the sales guys took me for a tour and showed me some of the new Nissan® models.

Traffic was extremely heavy when I finally departed the dealership. I had to drive to town in order to access the entrance to the ubiquitous H-1 freeway. The circuitous trip wasted nearly 30 minutes and an untold amount of petrol. I finally found myself back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. The common cold is still wreaking havoc with the oversized cranium. So, I was too fatigued to do much else than piddle around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer for the rest of the evening.

I have been reading the book titled, "Blowback," by Chalmers Johnson at the library. Yes, I know that it dates back to the Millennium. The book was much more prophetic than I had previously thought. In fact, Johnson has been so accurate with his predictions that I have had to rethink my own ignorance.

Hard Reset

Oh, what fun I had last night! I updated Vista Firewall Control and Eusing Free Registry Cleaner with the latest versions on my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I also installed Revo Uninstaller. Man, am I livin' large, or what? I did not sleep well, though. I spent most of the valuable sleep time choking on my own phlegm. Thus, I was extremely fatigued this morning.

I drove to Hawai'i Kai at 9am. I made the obligatory stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a small cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I drove back to Kauapa Kai so moms could shop at Longs®. Our final stop was Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. We picked up a couple of Beef Curry plate lunches at Loco Moco. For dessert, moms served up coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1:30pm. It was too late for me to go to town, so I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I did an abridged version of my usual workout. Frankly, I was so fatigued that I could barely stay awake through the workout. The common cold is taking a real toll on the face of stone.

Moms was already up from her nap when I walked back. I said good-bye to moms. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I chatted with Tobin, one of the housemates, briefly. He gave me the lowdown on the new wireless router. However, he must have not set it up correctly. So, I plugged my computer directly into one its LAN ports.

I was cruisin' merrily on the Net when, at 7pm, everything came to a grinding halt. I checked the cable modem, then the wireless router. I performed a "hard reset" on the wireless modem as I am accessing the Net from one its LAN ports. Nada. The "Cable" status light on the front panel of the cable modem was clearly lit. Only the "Data" light remained dark. Suddenly, I erupted into an uncontrollable fit of choking and coughing. A cascading waterfall of post-nasal phlegm was pouring down my nasal cavities. I was choking on the crap. I couldn't breathe. After 15 minutes of that foolishness, I was finally able to regain control of my bodily functions. Frankly, I would rather have been chokin' da chicken. Sheesh! I decided to perform a "hard reset" on the cable modem. After the usual run of internal diagnostic, all of the status light were on and the "Data" lamp was flickering normally. Alas, the only exciting moment of the evening came to pass. The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.

An excerpt from a very interesting article is in order:

Thank god. It’s coming – the adventure many of us have been waiting decades - even our whole lives for. It’s been laying quietly, waiting for us, for this juncture, for thousands of years, and now it’s here. We’re about to go back. Back to normal. Back to a life that- if we can survive to live it - might just be free. Free of all this. Free at last of push buttons, cell phones, nuclear madmen, advertising, prisons, cops, jobs, cars, bosses, screaming bombs, plastics, and every kind of daily sickness. Thunder and lightning are about to explode right overhead, about to shake our windows and walls until the whole place trembles. Some of us can already hear it and feel it. Some of us are listening. Of course it’s going to be horrible, but if this way of life continues, things can only get worse than the worst we can actually imagine now. The day will inevitably come when we wipe ourselves off the face of the Earth, and all life with us, unless things drastically change.

Titled, "Celebrating Collapse: The Coming Adventure," the article by Juan Santos appeared on the Carolyn Baker site. A worthy read. Is Santos alluding to the secular Apocalypse? You be the judge.

House Games

I did not sleep well again last night. The cough drops did little to alleviate the persistent post-nasal drip and accompanying throat irritation. Nonetheless, I was much more rested than the night before. I departed for town at 9:45am on the bus. Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has shattered the placidity of time. We already know the drill. The hottie gym trainer was not on duty during the time that I was at the gym. Boohoo. I did my full workout, not wimping out on the cardio portion as I did yesterday. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 3:45pm.

I discovered that the old wireless router (possibly belonging to Jay) in Slob Manor had been replaced with a new router (most likely belonging to Tobin) with a new security code. I was not able to log on. So, I moved my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer into the common area and hard-wired it into the network router. Fortunately, the cable modem is in the second floor common area, eh? Looks like more game playing with the boys is in the works.

I was still a little too fatigued to venture out in the evening. So, I piddled around on my computer in the second floor common area. Sushant, one of the housemates, gave me the security code for the wireless router. However, I have no idea whether Tobin used WEP or WPA security. Sushant also mentioned that Jay has moved out. Fortunately, I was able to listen to DI.Fm Deep House channel ... House Music for house games. I purchased another package of Safeway® Natural Herb cough drops to last through tomorrow. I'm good to go! And, what else will I be doing? Same ol' shit.

Illin'

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been flushed down the toilet. I did not sleep well again last night. My throat was extremely raw and sore. I was groggy and irritable this morning. Barely conscious, I departed for town at 9:15am. I resisted the temptation to purchase a big-ass cup of coffee at Safeway®, opting for the smallest size instead. I also picked up a package of Safeway® Natural Herb cough drops ($1.50 on sale). From the catacombs of Kukui Plaza to the inner courtyard of the library, I soldiered on. Nothing must impede the homeless guy emulation or the homeless guy itinerary. I partook of the cough drops and found a marginal sense of relief. The cough drops will be the only medication that I will allow myself to ingest.

I only completed the weightlifting portion of my workout at the gym. Yes, I have now instituted a seven-day weightlifting program, although the latter is way too wimpy in comparison to a normal power workout. There's no sense in taking my workouts too seriously. AFter all, I am a senior citizen. And, the hottie gym trainer is not coming around. I intuitively skipped my cardio workout for the day. No sense flirting with a relapse of the common cold. Sheesh!

I found myself back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3:45pm. As I walked back from the bus stop, I noticed that a convertible full of young tourist hotties were checking out the ol' lavahead. Nah, that can't be right. Otherwise, the hottie gym trainer would have come around by now. Once back in my squalid room, I piddled around for a bit. Then, I ate my usual beans and bread dinner.

By 6pm, I was feeling a little woozy. I sat down on the floor of my squalid room for what seemed to be the longest time. There was no way that I could step out for some fresh air. Where would I go anyway? So, I spent the rest of the evening in my squalid room. What did I do? Same ol' shit.

Blob of Jelly

Oh, for the snare of the "system"! Imagine if the hottie gym trainer and the ol' lavahead found themselves alone in a dimly lit room. Imagine baby removing that tight tank top to reveal her awesome wares. The ol' lavahead would be reduced to a gurgling blob of jelly. Drool would be running down the face of stone. Imagine the ol' lavahead intoxicating himself with baby's fabulous wares. He would be putty in baby's hands. Imagine that the ol' lavahead could not help himself and ends up ravaging baby. His Vienna Sausage rises to the occasion and pleasures baby in every way imaginable. If he does not have a seizure, the ol' lavahead would then be on the road to hades for certain. Sheesh!

I did not sleep well at all last night. No, not because of the hottie gym trainer. The common cold is much more mischievous than I thought. I finally got up and piddled around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer at 2am. I spent an hour installing an application (Magix Music Maker Basic Free Edition) that ended up not functioning properly. Fortunately, I have learned to set up a System Restore Point before I do anything foolish. I simply roll back to the previous System Restore Point if something goes haywire. I do not even need to remove the application.

I attempted to go to sleep at 3pm. To no avail. I laid motionless in my sleeping bag like an embalmed mummy until 8:30am. I departed for Hawai'i Kai shortly afterward, making one stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a big-ass cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. We discussed our itinerary for the day.

Moms and I drove to Ala Moana Center. Our first stop was at Sears®. I had to run to the restroom to unload all the coffee. When I returned, I saw moms sprawled out on one of the beds. Moms tried out a few other beds before making a decision. Moms then ordered a new bed. We walked to the other end of Ala Moana Center to eat bento lunch at Shirokiya. Then, moms and I drove back to Hawai'i Kai. I chatted with moms until 12:15pm.

As fatigued as I was, I decided to go to town. I drove my truck to the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. I rode the Route 1L bus to town and engaged in a partial homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. I did my usual workout at the gym. I did not see the hottie gym trainer at all. I rode the bus back to the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride with a heavy heart. Once I collected myself, I made another stop at Safeway® to purchase a few grocery items. When I arrived back in Slob Manor, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. I was not done until 7pm. I was too fatigued to do anything else. So, I confined myself to my squalid room for the rest of the evening. Perhaps I will try to install Magix Music Maker Basic again. Oh, what a life I lead! Otherwise, it's the same ol' shit.

Of course, the ol' lavahead will be in deep shit financially thanks to the damned satanic gargoyles. What will he do? Will he be forced to return to wage slavery? Will he default on the "condotel" mortgage? Here's a hint: the ol' lavahead knows when to cut his losses.