Wen brain plug chip smortness?

Lounge day. Don't mind my open shirt gut. Last Chihuahua we had was a momma's boy. This little guy is just a lover.

Nostr #pleblog I've done everything wrong. I've hardly experienced all this notes. Other stuff. Has to offer. Client swapping. I'm hashtag dropping. Bird replacements for a conglomerated social contract to the rulers who mandate and dictate their regulations to your usage. Attempting empowerment over enslavement. I sit idly in one client mainly. Doing what I do best. Regressing back into internal conflict. Engulfed by day to day activity. Against better judgement I continue to note. I hear stories of amazing innovation and progress. Perhaps not keeping up with everything yields benefit. As with nothing to offer, and with nothing expected, I feel somewhat in control. Of an unyielding stride. I'd not be here. This day. If it weren't so damningly interesting. I embrace falling behind.

Sorry Phoenix but Zeus be rugpulling you for my non custodial lightning wallet. I'll keep you in my pocket. In case anyone asks what's in my pocket.

I'm realizing I'm going to basically have to be a teacher of all this crazy bullshit because I'm going to understand it better than anyone I personally know. I'm a terrible teacher. And I've still way too much to learn. I hope I'm just totally wrong and insane. That way I get cheaper sats at $0.

I think I'm gradually orange pilling my father with very limited effort. I've mainly let him come to me. I may have just become his trusted custodian. I better not send this to the wrong address on that fucking boat.