I just spent like ten hours setting up another piece of damn software so that I can capture emails when somebody who’s reading this shit wants to get a free copy of my book when it’s done. It’s not totally free–you still pay for shipping, but that’s not the point. Point is now I have no juice left to write this post now. I’m fuckin beat. My eyes are heavy again. Maybe I’ll go back to sleep.
I will say a couple things before I leave you though… Number one is: I need some help. The book I’m writing that will change your life is either called Vagapreneur, or Fuck Vacation; A Book About Travel. If you have any thoughts on those names, leave a comment below.
Oh yeah, I’ll be releasing podcast episodes beginning in June. It will basically be the podcast version of this blog. Short, sweet, meaningless.
The other thing is that I learned how to play Rummy Cube last night with Linda and my grandma last night and beat both those chicks twice. They didn’t stand a chance. Though for a 96 year old woman, my grandma is pretty sharp. I don’t know how old Linda is–does it matter? Nosy… Anyway, she’s my grandma’s friend, well, my friend too now–but I just want you to know that I beat both of them…
Fine, I lost once. What a better game Rummy Cube is than Bingo. All these years I’ve been getting screwed with a game of luck when I coulda been beating all those old bitches week after week with my cutting intellect and witty charm. I hustled hard last night and I don’t even feel bad about it.
Okay, I have write a chapter of my book now. I don’t want to waste too much time and effort on this damn post. Hopefully that fuckin email thingy is working after all that time I spent setting it up. Oh, and if it is working, and you see it, and you don’t sign up…
Well, we got problems.