Now that I don't check my stats, my days pretty much free up.  I can get in a four mile hike, after I drive real real far away

to some epic mountain.

I can do archery in the afternoons,

Now that I don't check my stats.

And I,

I, who checked his stats,

have no morning ritual,

sit there being late for work for nothing.

Time is moving;

Space is empty,

now that I don't check my stats.

Now that I don't check my stats!

My morning cigarette

devoid of feeling,

like a patient in a white-walled room:

Take your Lithium,

or go to work, you loon.

Now that I don't check my stats,

I only awake eight times a night

to take a piss, to have it all—

But not, not to check my views.