lately
I fixed the rear brake rotors and pads in the celica today. I've got to get a digital camera and put pictures of rotors up. One of the rotors was grooved very deeply and the pad was literally nonexistant. All that was left of the brake pad was a hunk of metal that used to attach the friction surface to the pad. I showed it to the guys at the auto shop and the looks on their faces were priceless. I finally found how to get the stupid anti-rattle clips for the celica too. Today was very satisfying in getting all that work done for as cheap as I did.
I got a raise at work again. Another *gasp* 40 cents that went effective this last payperiod. For as much as I like to bitch about working so much it's very nice to see a regular paycheck and being able to afford glasses, auto parts, school, food, etc. I also had my schedual approved by my department manager in which I'm going to be working days 5 days a week. This leaves the evenings open for two nights of clark classes, two nights of kung fu, two days of closing evenings, and one day without obligation. Before and after classes this fall I can make those two days for kung fu for a total of 4 nights a week. Which is barely adequate compared to how often I used to be seen in kung fu but much better than since I started working and doing class.
My business has great looking figures and great potential. It's a bit dissapointing that more business wasn't done today but nothing stops us from getting more done monday.
Each day inches closer to how I optimally want to live out my life. Not that every day isn't good but I'm not exactly sitting around on a beach with a pina colada getting a tan and a back massage by no less than three naked women madly in love with me and I with them with tens of thousands of dollars in a suitcase to my right happily retired with a nice home to go to when I get bored with the private jet next door to my swimming pool on a daily basis. Because that is how I want the last day of my life to be and if I never make it I at least had a great time getting there. "Live every day as if it were your last" leaves no room for future.
Which brings up an interesting question. What would I do if this was my last day to live and I knew it. It would probably be like many other days for me I guess. I'd probably tell everyone I knew how much they meant to me, have lots of sex, and enjoy a few of my hobbies.
I'm actually kinda excited to die as deranged as that sounds. The last few seconds before you die your brain naturally releases DMT, one of the most active psychadelics known to man. So really right before you die you are tripping the most you have ever tripped in your life. It sounds really exciting to me. I can't hardly wait. seriously. As fucked up as that sounds even. Death is the final great adventure.
I got a raise at work again. Another *gasp* 40 cents that went effective this last payperiod. For as much as I like to bitch about working so much it's very nice to see a regular paycheck and being able to afford glasses, auto parts, school, food, etc. I also had my schedual approved by my department manager in which I'm going to be working days 5 days a week. This leaves the evenings open for two nights of clark classes, two nights of kung fu, two days of closing evenings, and one day without obligation. Before and after classes this fall I can make those two days for kung fu for a total of 4 nights a week. Which is barely adequate compared to how often I used to be seen in kung fu but much better than since I started working and doing class.
My business has great looking figures and great potential. It's a bit dissapointing that more business wasn't done today but nothing stops us from getting more done monday.
Each day inches closer to how I optimally want to live out my life. Not that every day isn't good but I'm not exactly sitting around on a beach with a pina colada getting a tan and a back massage by no less than three naked women madly in love with me and I with them with tens of thousands of dollars in a suitcase to my right happily retired with a nice home to go to when I get bored with the private jet next door to my swimming pool on a daily basis. Because that is how I want the last day of my life to be and if I never make it I at least had a great time getting there. "Live every day as if it were your last" leaves no room for future.
Which brings up an interesting question. What would I do if this was my last day to live and I knew it. It would probably be like many other days for me I guess. I'd probably tell everyone I knew how much they meant to me, have lots of sex, and enjoy a few of my hobbies.
I'm actually kinda excited to die as deranged as that sounds. The last few seconds before you die your brain naturally releases DMT, one of the most active psychadelics known to man. So really right before you die you are tripping the most you have ever tripped in your life. It sounds really exciting to me. I can't hardly wait. seriously. As fucked up as that sounds even. Death is the final great adventure.