I'm Lucifer's Baby...So, Why Don't You Kill Me

The post title is a sendup of "I'm A Loser, Baby" by Beck (I believe is the artist) btw...

Monday again; and  I'm in pretty good shape.

I'm pretty sure there was no such product as this before I manifested it; shortly after having the 'Eureka' moment when I decided I'm going to start a Youtube channel of some sort. The entire history of the product was instantiated, and people's memories over-written, so that they would swear that these things didn't just 'magically' come into existence through the agency of some astral projecting guy in New Orleans. This wouldn't be the first time; I can point to several other things that just weren't in this universe until I personally needed them..
Prove me wrong!

I've been going  to sleep nightly instead of morningly more often this past week; have been taking 7 grams of creatine a day (if you are not seeing this post, it's because the algorithm has determined that you don't need to see "in pretty good shape," and 'creatine' in the same paragraph).

I've been drifting  off listening to guided sleep meditations on Youtube, a lot of which come with the advice that one must listen 'every night for 30 days' in order to realize the magical transformation, or gain the ability to manifest anything one wants.

I'm up at  the Holy Ground Irish Pub using their public wifi connection.

I count it  a blessing that the biggest guilt I carry with me nowadays stems from my using their wifi without ever going inside and buying anything. I put my most ragged clothes on before coming here; so as to strike a truce with them: "Don't tell me I have to buy something in order to download Elton John's "Caribou" album, and I won't go inside to do so and probably smell up the place, type of thing...

If they had  a keto beer, maybe...

Other than that,  I'm having a great day except for flashes of rage that well up then subside; because of the sobriety thing, I'm sure.

Just a few  days of a water fast hasn't been enough to starve the monster inside that wants a cigarette and then a few drinks towards sundown; and then a puff off a joint before playing the first song at the Lilly Pad; and then....

When I drink,  I'm more prone to act upon those impulses, so that's worse, I guess.

Because the one  I just had was of *** a n*** in the head, who tries to grab this laptop and run off with it.

I need to  write a script to detonate plastic explosives in the device through an Android app that I could write in the "Ruby" language.

Then, once the  fleeing thief is clear of other people; punch a code into my phone; rattle windows and send brown body parts flying everywhere...chances are it would be a fag in this neighborhood, so, a two-fer!!

Those are the  kind of reveries I often have on about the 3rd or 4th day sober...

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