Went to the gym, meditated, and pondered yesterday.

1 week smoke free!
According to an online quit-counter, I have saved $20, not smoked about 70 cigarettes, and have added (no clue how they figure this out, and it seems inflated to me) about 7 years to my life. I actually have almost no interest in prolonging my life, I just don’t want the end part to be all nasty.
My plan is, once I get old, I will dress up like a boxer, go to Africa, and fight some lions, if there are any left by then.

Meditated, went to the gym, got into my favorite outfit and put on some kung fu while preparing some mirrors for an art project.

hell yes!
I feel like a million bucks, if a million bucks feels completely neurotic, stiff, and cranked up.
Also I went to the gym, meditated, and had an awesome burrito.
i am apparently a fucking hippy.

I took a walk to the grocery store, and when I got back I made the most excellent burritos ever (starring some most excellent avocados).

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Also: Had a good workout at the gym. When I got back I had to do laundry, and I put on this small-ish