Not much to report.  I had a date.  It was good.  I might have another one.  I'm not sure.  I'm happy to be alive.  The world is sad.  So am I.  I'm too lazy to go to the gym.  If I don't go to the gym, I might keep eating my dates.  I talk about food a lot, what I ate.  I figure it'll pass, and I can talk about other things, someday, when I can get out into the world, maybe even go on a date.  I don't want to think about people so much today.  It just makes me sad.  I like it better when they irritate me, for minor offenses, so I can see how petty I am, and I can make stupid jokes about broken body parts, and not look at what's really going on.  I don't know much about politics, less about women—other than they're dictators—which reminds me, I think when someone lacks knowledge and education, and worse yet is also inherently dumb, it's easy to educate them in a specific manner, and their ego can run wild with it.  They'll even be sincere in convincing you.  Hatred and evil can result from that marriage, I'm not sure—but resentments are definitely in there.  

Along those lines, I also think they hate women.  I'm basing this on how my own views towards women scare me; I don't like it, sometimes I've caught it, but often I've indulged pure disdain, in matters I have no right to be a judge.  Progress is a daily thing I can make only through small increments, when I realize how little of a man I am under those sensations.  I can get bigger, real big

- Size of a boat

...when I see my defects and insecurities underneath those feelings.  Those are mine, I can even love them in time.  How dare I force my corrupted will on others.  

I don't know, that's as deep as I can sound.  I know that one line rhymed, I'm pretty insecure about that.  Don't think about that, or else you're a slut.kk