Isn’t that just wild? Mar-a-lago searched by FBI. Man. It looks like the hammer is finally coming down. It’s also not terribly surprising that you have a number of shit-heel ass-kissers “demanding to know why Trump’s house was searched” and blustering in their usual loud and irritating manner. Dude, go fuck yourself. Seriously. Quit trying to help your criminal pal cover shit up. Fucking absolute criminals in the GOP. Every last one. It’s pathetic that the “God and country” party is literally just a cadre of criminal associates.

We’re getting married in April! I’m damned excited, and I can’t wait. We’re getting married by Elvis, and it’s going to be in Vegas. I would marry my fiance at a courthouse tomorrow, but we both think it’ll be a lot more fun to have a banger of a ceremony in Vegas and to party and celebrate that we love each other and want to have this kind of fun together for the rest of our lives.

It would be amazing if humans were conscious creatures earlier in life. Just imagine being capable of planning your life out ahead of you as an infant, pondering daily while you feed on a bottle and do fuck all else how you’re going to spend the next eighty years or so. What would you dream up if you had that sort of time and opportunity ahead of you? I would’ve tried to plan on being a Ph.D comp-sci graduate. I’m sure it would’ve fallen through miserably like every other education endeavor I’ve attempted, but still, maybe I’d have been less hesitant to shoot for it if I had the opportunity to think my way through it years in advance.

I think the gum finally caught up with me. I bought this gum from the dispensary that’s supposed to have something like 10 milligrams of THC in each piece. I ended up chewing every piece but two, out of the ten. I really don’t think that was what did me in, though. I think, at the end of the day, what really got me high was the 50 milligram peanut butter cup. Man, that thing is wild. For some reason it feels more intense than most of the recent times I’ve eaten two 25 milligram gummies. It’s been more and more frequent that I need to take as much to actually get any sleep. Otherwise I’m just wasting my time and my money.

Friday is freedom. Friday is cuddling on the couch with my fiance. Friday is the start of when I am actually alive, not the sad state we economic drones are in the rest of the time. Not pursuing our passions or, worse yet, if we’re pursuing our passions it’s to make someone else significantly more wealthy than we in some sordid “passion harvest farm”. Capitalism has an amazing way of draining the color and happiness out of life between the hours of eight in the morning Monday through until five in the evening on Friday. It’s really slavery if you think about it. Land ownership is slavery. Native Americans had no concept of land ownership, and they were the last free men. They could go where the wanted, hunt where they wanted, and live to pursue whatever passions they desired. And in the pursuits of those passions they simply hunted and crafted to improve their lives. They weren’t told they had to stay away from land because “someone else owns it”. They simply existed, and it was simple. Capitalism has given us a total lack of privacy, doom scrolling, trolling, severe emotional traumas, economic slavery, and pretty much has ruined everything invented during it’s reign.

Right now I feel really stalled. I haven’t done jack shit with any hobby outside revamping this blog, and I haven’t picked up any new hobbies either. I also don’t seem to be going anywhere at work. I do the same things day in and day out, and that’s usually a red flag when you’re an engineer. Typically problems come in all shapes and sizes, and for a long time there people were throwing everything and the kitchen sink at me. Now it seems like the problems I’m tasked with fixing are repetitive. It’s almost always the same thing. Repetitiveness is usually the thing that kills it for me. I can’t do repetitive. I guess everything becomes repetitive eventually, over time, no matter how complex it is. The better you get at it, the more the finer details appear mundane and unspectacular.

It’s finally getting to me. Six years of traveling for work and I’m ready to find a place and stay put for a while. It’s getting old, living out of suitcases and hotels. Shitty continental breakfasts, awful Wi-Fi, constant bad meals. And those are the perks. The worst of it is not being able to spend time with my loved ones. It’s getting old real fast, and I honestly don’t know what to do about it. I could get another job with another company, but I really doubt they’d be able to match the perks my company offers. It would take a lot for me to be able to afford “stepping down” when it comes to moving companies. I’m just tired of it. It was convenient when I didn’t want to be home, but now it’s just an awful burden looming large every Monday, wondering if they’re going to send me to some god forsaken shithole in the midwest.

I swear to god, I think I’ve just come back from the weirdest experience I’ve ever had outdoors. First of all, I’ll just say right now that the culture of people who do this shit frequently is weird as fuck. I don’t honestly understand it, and I suppose the onus isn’t on me to do so, since I’m not exactly itching to become one of these loony people.

Immediately upon arriving at the camp site, it’s just pure chaos. People are walking around everywhere. It’s nearly impossible to avoid hitting someone while driving through these winding dirt paths. They aren’t exactly robust enough to be designated as roads, so we’ll stick to referring to them as paths. These paths are also not well marked and wind around everywhere. It’s ridiculously easy to get lost, despite the fact that they give you a map, and draw lines and immediately visible sights for reference. It’s not as helpful as you’d think, especially since the areas aren’t well lit after nightfall.