xbi sent a pie over today

they said their sensors had reported that earlier this week
i had suffered from post mega millions depression
and my levels and emotions were way down.

and say what you want about the absolute lack of privacy
but i was all, was that what the hell that was?
wow.

worked from home today on a secret project and
wanted to blog but had zero time as in zero – barely had time to eat.
but during those weeks when the lottery kept climbing and climbing
i had plenty of time to day dream about what id do with $100, $200, $300 million dollars

for a while i couldnt think of a damn thing.
after all of this bible reading, i was being taught that money was a small game
a waste of time, a con, a ruse, a red herring, a suckers gambit, a fraud a phony
a lie

but then the weird ass sliver of a chance that i could win $640 million appeared
and suddenly i knew exactly what i would do with the money

i would remodel motels. every room would be different.
but theyd all be spotless, quirky, and $100 a night.
with free wifi, amazing beds, and a 1pm check out.
the pools would be warm, and the hot tubs would be tepid.
every property would have a bar.
also unique and tacky and delicious.

we live life once and usually roam around a relatively small space.
but during our most memorable times we get to expand our perspective
by traveling.

how nice would it be to stoke vacationers
with a comfy bed, a stiff drink,
and a hot tub that never closes?

i gave the pie to the mailman.