Had a charcoal chicken shop binge. Medium chips, 3 podado cakes and 3 dim sims. Couldn't finish the chips. Absolutely stuffed. My stomach isn't trained for binging like my kidneys are.
Tax of 20 is mostly gone. Wagon tonight. Nietzchean superhuman teetotaller arc beginning. I will strategise my actions like a fleet commander and execute like an intelligence operative. It's happening for real this time. Up up and away