i had just woken up and was in my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror and i didn't like the way the light at 11:15am made my skin look. i was thinking about my drive home from whataburger at 2am last night, hungry for the three sausage taquitos that sat, buckled up, in the passenger seat next to me, with my windows down that let the hot air (95F) in as i made my way down the empty street. as i drove, i thought about how to become a ******** faster and the fact that no matter what happens, keep ******* and ******* ****** and sooner or later, it will happen. the point being that to be a ********, it's not about getting lucky or being brilliant (though that helps), it's about just getting it done. and then i noticed that no matter which way i turned in the light coming through the bathroom window, i still wasn't happy with it. so i left and made my bed, wishing i had something to eat in my house.

thank you.