Quarterly

So, basic list of demands for an agreeable life.

A bed is nice, preferably one which has a width of at least 120cm. Other than that i only need one room, which can be a combination bedroom/everything else. I could also survive with using said room as a kitchen, though that would require a more thorough approach to my daily organization. (Which i am capable of manifesting.)
I really do want to create a minimal/optimal diet requiring the minimal amount of weekly upkeep. This would be benificial on both a consumptive and a self-constructive level. The less equipment i need to maintain said diet the better, i do not want to have one hundred utensils lying around on the off chance i might desire to make something for which said utensil is required. I`m just not into that kind of life. I CAN be into it, but it has no appeal at present, it might in the future. Not to be horribly unkind to the rest of the world but if this is going to progress somehow it will have to do so in a mostly solitary manner.
So, a bed, a minimal assortment if kitchenries, as few clothes as possible, the optimal arrangement is having them all fit underneath the bed. The most crucial element is the swimming pool though. I`d be hard pressed to let go of the combination swimming pool/sauna, and it would take a really great opportunity for me to consider that less than an absolute demand. Then there is the workspace. Not knowing what i need in such a regard makes it tricky, but basically what we`re looking for i a place where i can mess up repeatedly without any fear of the consequences. There are limits to what i can do without a workshop, and i do not like those limitations. But this necessitates a much larger capital base than today. Which i can get ahold of with few, if some, difficulties.
Unless i`ve fucked up beyond recognition, which i regard as unlikely, i am still in good graces at Top Temp. This makes it easy for me to milk them for 16k a month during most months except perhaps parts of june, july and august. Even then i know that i will be prioritized in some of their kindergardens. So let`s say 8*16 000. Which leaves fuck all, unless i tighten ship and avoid most of my stupid excesses for a more focused approach to accumulation. Which i find an interesting proposition at all times except when i`m very, very depressed. (Which happens, ....occasionally...). This means 128 000. 60 000 straight out in ordinary living expenses. Which means we will have to work on a collective level vis a vis workshop, since i can hardly afford more than 1000 a month for that, if even that. 6000 goes to the gym/tan operation. Which is fair enough. 2400 goes to my phone bill. 4800 for a years worth of bread. Sardines for a year comes to 4000. 4500 for 300 days of Rapunzel. I grew tired of this now.

That is not surprising, since i just finished Inclinations Quarterly Report. Which explains?!... the tone my writing took above.
It is, indeed curious how music moves us hither and tither without our conscious acknowledgment. It makes me want to wave a finger in a lot of fools faces though, it really does. But we can pretty much predict that there is approximately 15000 more needed to stabilize my diet on what i consider the bare necessities. That is doable, though it leaves little in the way of other entertainments. Which it bloody well should. ANd which i am okay with. Anything that furthers the two holy grails of energy and focus is okay with me, and i think i know how to accomplish that within my meagre means. The worst that can happen is that i have to fine tune some variables. I can probably differ in workweek and weekend diet i guess.

What this does add up to though is the realization, which i have known of for a while, but which i have yet to manage living by, of NO ALCOHOL UNLESS SOMEBODY ELSE IS PAYING. And even then, i DO NOT have the time to spend more of my days off in a post-intoxicated state of passivity. It just won`t do... Unfortunately. Also, i need the energy, so cigarettes needs to be avoided at pretty much all costs.

Walking around as a living failure sure takes its toll. It is not fun, definitely. And i am very, very tired of it. I am also very very tired of not-failures, under whichever scheme they have devised for defining themselves as such, pushing me around. So buzz the fuck off, i have things to do and need to be left alone to focus sufficently on them.

Lots of things, actually, it`s just that my reboot-time is so godawfully long. If that weren`t the case this would have proceeded to the general merriment of at least me personally. (If only the idiots would stop asking what it was FOR, and if it could be PROFITABLE. Dear god, seriously, are those the first things that cross your minds? What a wretched outlook to the marvels of the world that is.)