I just woke up. Slept for 5 and a half hours on the sofa. Damn it! Puts me back on day 1. the count starts over. Oh well, I will make it to 14!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse to lose my $1500.
Manish attempted to wake me up a couple of times. He warned me that I was going to fall asleep, but was I going to listen....NO. cause I was dumb and sleepy!.
We put down $1500 for 14 days, so I am assuming that the start date is the 21st like we originally stated, cause otherwise I'm screwed.
I like to bet. For those of you who have read the story about how I was a professional gambler, this is obvious. What I don't like to do is exercise. At one point in my life, these two activities joined to provide an interesting story.
I have a friend named Hayden. He likes to bet me. For a while we had a running string of bets, and I was down overall because I failed to get 10x his score in a Tony Hawk competition. At one point I was one of the top 10 Tony Hawk players in the world. That lasted for about 5 minutes until someone from Japan beat my score.
Hayden and I sat across from my kitchen table.
I'm feeling a pretty huge urge to procrastinate.
There's also a more than fair amount of lust, lonliness, anger, resentment, stress.
Why am I beset by all these emotions right now?
I want to go home and nap. I want to leave this reality and just spend time with someone sexy and adventerous and relaxed. I want to restart life as a child with great looks, who is tall, the son of excellent entrepreneurial world-trotting parents who love me.