1-17-25

07:47…. Writing less, I reasoned this morning after waking up at 5-something.  More living, then report back.

Nurse on her way out early, Jack home sick.  Emma and Henrito ready, watching a kids show while I do a couple things in the kitchen.

Yesterday, the EOM sales blitz or whatever stupid thing they call it, draining.  I got an appointment out of it, but not sure that will form into anything.

Approaching a timeline’s end, I can feel it.  No matter, have things in place.  Staying in tech and content, attending a conference later in the year, around my birthday.  For startups and VC’s, software people, that kind of thing.

Passion, what I’m chasing.  2025 is about PASSION, and happiness, doing whatever the Nurse and I want, and when we want.  With not qualification or explanation.

Love this power and freedom I feel, and how it angers the antithesis.  A word meaning, well, you know…

07:51…. Nurse sends another cute text.  I canNOT with this girl, I swear… how I’m so lucky to be in her Story and she in mine, will never know.  

Some puss-formed boil recently tried to taunt me with, “I don’t know why you always have to be attached at the hip,” or some stupid shit.  Honestly, they don’t need to know.

And, they’re not intellectually or emotionally or even just humanly capable to “know why”.  So kindly button your gross bitchy beak.  And don’t stress your micro little gnat brain.

That felt good, now moving on an never addressing such antithesis—  SHIT.  Time to go…