Maybe my favorite day is Halloween. I get a lot more candy. At least I get to dress my kids up and go door to door with them. Best part, I might get free drugs out of it. According to the news.
But, Christmas was better as a kid. I got spoiled. Now, I can’t rely on Santa Clause to bring my kids gifts, as an adult. Now that I know him, literally. Never tell my kids he don’t exist. Because, we can keep that secret, right? We can thank “Toys for Tots” as an adult. And my wife, even though things are kind of weird while I get my medication corrected and separated. She thinks I don’t work and provides everything I lack at providing.
I love to work. This is work to me. I do anything and everything I want everyday and get paid in one way or another but she don’t see it. I feel like I should get paid. I mean look at all the cool stuff I do – stories on plot-pulse, my board shop, my printfy store (Working on an endless sticker creation using ai, some might be clothes depending on the turnout of stickers), music (AI UDIO), my affiliate marketing game for Rakuten and other sites, Books (1 year 10 books. All self published on Amazon. Sure most are coloring books, but, still.) SBT Official and play the hell out of splinterlands. Plus game dev stuff that I constantly give up on.
I have been trying to improve in that area in one way or another. I have so many games in my mind I want to come to fruition. And on top of that have 4-5 kids depending on if the oldest is with her dad or not. I also think it is over between me and her. Yet, she tries to get me to come home.
But, yeah. A little more about me.
I just wish I was two of me. It can be overwhelming at times. I hear clonaid has a fix for me. But, I ain’t heard shit from a horse’s ass in a minute.
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