Stupid little moron plays his bass super loud. Definitely not in his studio.

lordymama! i love running in the woods so much at this
time of year. mt. murray is the highest part of the mountain in the park right beside my shack.

every monday i walk/run up it, doing cross-overs, grapevine step,
run backwards, hopping and bounding. it is agony, but it feels so
good at the same time.

i did beaucoups of pushups during the run in four sets. then at the end
I returned to parc jeanne- mance to do crunches, twists, reverse sit-ups,
and leg lifts.

then did 20 minutes of stretches in the grass, watching the bees and
wasps work the white clover blossoms.

in my head i was imagining the photos & videos & cam shows that i
had recently seen.

somebody gave Nudles enough for a day of premium!!!

Pathetic little shit starts up again. Eventually someone will have to phone police again. The new upstairs neighbour has discovered why the last tenant moved out , in frustration.

He switches back & forth between guitar and bass.

The idiot guitar god wants to give us a concert right now. He is a pathetic little shit.

he wants us to listen.

the idiot guitar player in the next building was playing
super loud for us today, to show us all how important
he is. he was definitely not playing within his sound-
proof studio.

he thinks that if the police come to his door with a
noise complaint that they will recognize him and
ask for his autograph, instead of giving him a
ticket.

did you know that many of the people that you see on
television, and in magazines, etc. and the people in
media are needy, useless, helpless little shits just like
him? if he was making some kind of useful contribution
to the neighbourhood i might be more flexible.

he seems to think that this acoustic space of this apartment
and this building belongs to him. stupid, pathetic, sad little
psychotic monster.

I am gonna get dressed for a run, but I have decided to skip the
pushups. The humidex is close to 40 degrees on the centipede scale. I do not need to challenge myself with heavy workout today.

I will plan a running route to optimize water stops where I can drink
and splash myself to cool down.

Just normal walking feels like swimming in pancake syrup.

Like I have said before, I am quite content to remain on welfare and work as a volunteer. I feel good when I am put to work like a workhorse at the street mission, which is a fast 20 minute walk from my shack.

I received a whack of $$ from tax rebates recently. I wanted to accomplish three things with this$$: a new bed, this iPad mini that I hold in my hand as I walk around naked in my shack, and new bifocal glasses, which I have been wearing now for just 24 hours. The iPad is 16G w wifi. The new bed is super-comfortable.
I am a happy cowboy. I am very poor again, but happy.

I had an ecstatic, tough run in the rain, in the woods at noon today. I got soaked to the bone. I was on schedule for a pushup exhaustion test, so I got down in the mud, between the two old majestic oak trees, and cranked out 84. Just one short of current high. I took off my t-shirt, and tucked it into the back of my shorts. Feel so good to run hard like that. No space between raindrops.

Lordymama! I feel just like Uncle Jed Clampett. I have had this little machine for 8 days now. I received gov't tax rebates. My desktop PC no longer able to work online.

Look at all these naked lovely people!

I just got back from a 95 minute combined run-walk
workout with sprints and ballistics. hopping and
stomping uphill and stuff like that.

I had left it open, without prior decision, whether
or not to do pushups exhaustion test today. I was
listening to my self talk jabber about it, and it
sounded like I was just making excuses. So I got
down in the dirt and did 84 pushups, just one
short of the current highest.

I did not know that I had the desire and focus to
do that. But when it does show up and I recognize
it, I should let it go and work hard.

I had not recovered from yesterday's hard chores
at the street mission where I volunteer. We did
huge big effort at food bank for 103 people. It
was a lot of heavy lifting yesterday.

So much outrageous beauty on the mountain of love.

When I returned back to my shack, the idiot guitar
god was playing his bass, super loud. He was trying
to make the building shake. He needs to occupy the
acoustic space of all his neighbours, because he
is so needy and psychotic and useless. Pathetic
little shit. I cannot imagine how it feels to be
so useless and unimportant.