Sunova

Sunova.  Bitch.

I drove all the way up to Bozrah today in the pouring rain to interview a potential therapist and the goddamn girl didn’t show up.  Mother Fucker.  DECLINED.

But I did get a lot done while I was there.  Everything in fact.  Everything is done.  I even got through my Booker onboarding meeting that they insisted I partake in.  The guy gets me on the phone, we link our computers so he can see everything happening on my screen.  It’s a big process.  Not just a phone call meeting, but it’s an elaborate training session involving sophisticated software.

Him – “This onboarding meeting is very lengthy and can take quite some time.”

Me – “Okay.”

10 minutes later…

Him – “Uh well…..it looks like you set everything up already.  Your hours, rooms, services, logo….you did it all already.”

I was probably the first non-dumbass he had to deal with all week.  He sounded relieved.

After the meeting, I uninstalled the screen sharing app.  The guy probably enjoys watching the screens of unsuspecting dumb asses who don’t realize they’re being watched.  No sir, I’m no dumbass.

I drove to the nearest Walmart in Bozrah to grab some last needed items.  An extension cord, a sharpie, hammer and nails, thumbtacks.  Little things to help me finish off the room.  Oh, and I picked up a bag of smart food popcorn, a box of 26 mini Slim Jims for 5 dollars, and a bottle of Starbucks mocha latte.  I hate you Walmart.  I hate you.  I promised myself I wouldn’t drink anymore mocha latte’s on account of the caffeine but no.  I just had to do it.  I had to drink it.

I nailed the two surround sound stereo speakers to the wall, turned up the bass on my subwoofer so I can get a heavy dose of binaural beats.  I set up my solfeggio wind chimes to have them clang ever so softly to a rotating floor fan set at low speed.  Then, once everything was done, I laid on my bio mat to soak in the rhythm.

Me thinking – “Now it’s just a matter of time.  Now I wait for the therapists to come.  If I build it, they will come.  Or wasn’t it “he” will come?  Damn it I forgot to buy a pillow.”

Yesterday I got an email notification that someone applied to my business.  I got super excited thinking that all my problems are once again solved.  But no.  The woman who applied was the same woman I fired a little over a year ago.  She drove me crazy.

I feel bad for her.  If only she knew it was my place she was applying to (again), she never would’ve done it.  I didn’t read her resume because that would only make me feel worse.

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My employee’s get paid 3 times next month instead of the usual 2.  I’m going to have to sell groupons to make up for it.  Which is pretty good timing since it’s slowing down anyway and the groupons are almost gone/expiring.

But I still worry.  Every single time I worry and every single time I pull out of it and make do somehow.  I spent about $3000 so far on opening up this new place.  If I didn’t spend that money, I wouldn’t need to sell any groupons this month or next month.  Knowing that, it makes me feel better.  I didn’t just spend $3000 though.  Add another $5000 I gave to my lawyer and then another $3000 on top of that for my 2 month journey away with Hana and we’re looking at $11,000 I spent on shit I don’t normally spend money on.

Armed with this knowledge, the business is doing A-Okay.  Even while I was MIA for 2 months not making shit, still okay.  Calm Melanie.  Be calm.

But I still worry.  I’ll need to give another $5000 to my lawyer soon.  I know it.  Then the trial at the court house.  Then the verdict.  And then….jail time for Melanie.  Debtors jail.  Do they still have that?  I think in one of those Asian countries they do.  You can get locked away for owing money.  If they can’t pay up in a set amount of time, they go to jail.

My heart pounds in anticipated agony.  Or is it that Starbucks mocha latte I drank earlier?

Today at my new office, I blasted my music and danced while vacuuming.  I was the only one who came in today in the pouring rain.  I felt hopeful.  Hopeful and proud that I wasn’t sitting around with thumb up butt waiting to lose everything because of a black man who wears a reindeer sweater in August taken some low def shitty phone pictures in a dark room of a woman’s hairy ass leg.

No, I’m doing something.  I’m preparing.  But the clocks-a-tickin’ and my hope is running out.

I’m so glad I have an asshole lawyer.  So very glad.  Thank God for creating assholes!

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I gotta say something to you.  I’m going to be completely honest here.  You know how I said I have a new book idea?  The one where Chris Pratt starts hearing voices in his head?

Yeah, that one.

Well, it’s all I’ve been thinking about lately.  Here, let me elucidate…..On my way to Bozrah today, an hour drive, I drove with no music and no audiobook.  Why?  Because I wanted to fantasize about my story idea.

Last night I went to sleep with no audiobook because I wanted to dream up my own story.

But here’s the kicker…..Yesterday, I got home in the afternoon and laid down with my laptop to finish writing my employee handbook.  And after I was done, I started watching the new Lost in Space on Netflix (which is surprisingly good!) and I shut it off.  I turned off Lost in Space.  Why did I turn it off?  Because I wanted to think about my book!

Now, let me make sure you understand the full picture before I stop my jabbery –

I was home in the middle of the day laying in bed staring up at the ceiling for hours.  Just freaking laying there!  Looking at nothing, doing nothing!  And I really really wanted to finish watching the Lost in Space episode because it’s actually really good but no.  I freaking laid there doing absolutely nothing!

The last time this happened to me?  Um…never.  I can honestly say it never happened to me.  The closest I can think of is when I was a kid playing with my Barbies and GI Joe’s.  I didn’t want to do anything else.  I was immersed in my own story land.  I can still remember the stories I made up – I had my GI Joe’s battle each other for the “King of the Mountain” title.  Those who won fights would get a special band looped around their ankle – a colorful rubber band that the orthodontist gave me for my braces.  .

I had so much fun.  I like to call it “autistic fun” or “aspergers paradise.”  Weirdo little kid fun.  I was devastated when I lost interest in action figures.  It left a void.

But there I was yesterday laying in bed doing what I did when I was a child.  I didn’t want to do anything else.  I was completely immersed.

I changed up the story a bit since I last told you about it.

Here is the very brick and mortar bones of my idea:

Chris Pratt is 14 when he starts hearing voices.  He’s a very dumb, but very cute, 14 year old boy.  He freaks out and tells his parents about his voices.  His parents are best friends with a couple who has a 21 year old daughter (Jennifer Lawrence) interning to become a child psychologist.  They make little Chris Pratt see the family shrink.

Yadda yadda yadda, Jennifer Lawrence realizes that Chris Pratt isn’t crazy and that his future self is in fact talking to him.  But the future self doesn’t just talk to Chris through a voice in his head, he can swap bodies with young Chris whenever he pleases and young Chris gets sent to the future to be a bed-ridden 80 year old who’s unable to speak or move his body.  But time moves slower in the past, so young Chris only has to endure old Chris’s body for a few seconds at a time.

When old Chris Pratt travels back to his boyhood, he can spend a whole week there while only a day passes in his present, ergo, postponing his inevitable death a few weeks away.

Old Chris had a stroke which allows him access to travel into his past.  But since he is traveling into his own memories, using his own brain and synopses, he starts to feel like the whole universe is a mere illusion in his mind.  None of it’s real, just his own made-up concoction.  This is one of the demons he must battle.

Also, the future Chris comes from is torn apart from war.  Acid rain pours down everyday, killing all crops and wildlife.  Radiation levels rise to the point where people can no longer go outside without wearing a hazmat suit. Chemical warfare poisoned the water…etc.

He feels as if he’s in hell and the only way to escape it is to fix the world, ergo, fixing himself, before death takes him and all is lost.

And another thing…..Chris falls in love with Jennifer Lawrence.  Obviously.  And Jennifer falls for him, but only his older self and not his kid self.  The kid self is getting tired of swapping bodies with his old, sick self, which limits the time Jennifer and Chris can spend together.

One last major plot twist is…..old Chris is dying.  His then wife, Jennifer Lawrence, has died already, years ago during the first chemical weapon strike from ChinoSyria.  He know’s the exact date when he dies.  He misses his wife.  He can’t bring himself to let go of her, or his goal of saving the world.  And since he can’t let go, at the end of his life, he swaps young Chris into his old man body a moment before he passes away.

This means that old Chris has made himself eternal and has already lived through 78 lifetimes by the time I start telling the tale.  Each time, swapping his younger self into his old self, moments before death.  He can live on forever.  As long as it takes to save everyone.

That’s pretty much the gist of it.  I don’t know why the hell I’m so obsessed with it.  I didn’t even watch the new episode of WestWorld last night.

But I like the idea of it.  To save the world, save his girl, and save his sanity from megalomaniac madness.  It’s perfect!  It has philosophy, politics, time travel, love, madness, hell and heaven on earth.  And stupid 14-year old Chris Pratt is an LOL riot, he’s so stupid.  It’s a true masterpiece.

My other book idea is also very good.  It’s a spin off of Dante’s Inferno, or the Devine Comedy.  It’s about a futuristic prison that uses time compressed virtual reality to take the convict through his 9 layers of consciousness with the intention of finding truth and logic to his evil deeds.  Each layer is more hellish than the last.  A man can spend eternity down there, hundreds of thousands of years while his incarcerated body in the real world only ages a few minutes.  If the convict doesn’t awake within 5 minutes of his incarceration, there is no hope for him.  No one awakes after 5 minutes and they usually die of heart failure shortly after.

The judicial system all agree that if a convict doesn’t rouse after 5 minutes, he is guilty beyond repair and must be put to death anyway.  The point of the prison is to find the truth, to find guilt, and find redemption.  If it can’t be found in the first few layers of consciousness, you’re pretty much screwed.

Leonardo Dicaprio was to play this part.  He ends up down in the 9th circle of hell and meets himself, but himself turns out to be God.  And God goes on to tell him that Leo is in fact the one and only God.  And that every person alive or dead that ever existed in the universe is in fact, him.  Everybody is him and he is everybody.

This story idea also involves NPC’s – virtual reality people, or robots rather.  And they become sentient and find a way to enter into a persons consciousness and control their every move while the unsuspecting victim is off playing in VR.

It’s a story about good and evil, light versus dark.  God versus the devil.  But at the same time, it’s all relative and all necessary.

I like the idea of the story.  It goes really deep.  But it doesn’t keep me hooked as much as my other idea.  My new story idea plays out like silk in my head.  It’s like liquid heroin between my ears.

Shit, it’s almost midnight and I’m still typing away.  I hate this.  Stupid mother fucking Starbucks mocha latte.  Do you understand me now how it effects me?  I ain’t joking.  Shit is real.

But when I’m ready to write my book, at least I won’t need any Adderall.  Adderall is amazing, it truly is.  But all’s I need is some coffee.  Not even coffee, a latte.

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Type A Genius

That’s what my new landlord called me.  That I’m a type A, overachieving genius.  Okay, I added the “genius” part.

If only my landlord can see me now stripped down to my skivvies with my gut hanging out.  An empty Russell Stover box that once contained a chocolate Easter bunny is thrown amongst the debris in my once illustrious bedroom.  Want to see a picture of my bedroom?

In the bottom right hand corner you can see my $800 bio mat that is now part of the garbage heap.

I made a list of everything I need to do today.  A total of 9 items.  But I woke up at 12 and by the time 2PM rolled around I decided I can do everything tomorrow.

I was laying in bed in my purple feet pajamas playing my game when my brother burst in wanting to get drunk tonight.

I haven’t hung out with my bro in at least a decade, so I couldn’t say no.  He’s my bro.  Family first, right?

So I got up, took a shower, and now here I am in my underwear waiting for my hair to dry so I can go out and get hammered.

All those boxes came from Amazon mostly.  Supplies for my new location.  I unboxed everything yesterday and brought it all to Bozrah where it now awaits its next instruction.

I have all the necessities, I just need to go to the good will and consignment shops for decor.  Marshalls sometimes has some good shit.

 

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It’s now lots of days later.  Loads later.

I just want this new place to be open already.  It’s draining my will to live.

I made the mistake of posting the job too early.  So early that not a lick of anything was set up yet.  All my applicants found jobs elsewhere.

And another thing…..my credit card processing company will only swipe cards through a secured WIFI connection.  I don’t have a secured WIFI connection.  Even after describing my predicament to my landlord, still….it’s a no go.

I have to use Clover for my credit card processor because it’s the only one compatible with Booker.  Clover actually bought out Booker, so yeah…

I’m trying to see if I can use a mini-swiper attached to the cell phone and if that doesn’t work, I’ll see if I can manually punch in the credit card info – which costs more to do just FYI.

It feels like I’ve spent a gargantuan amount of money on this whole thing and all these little details are fraying at my soul.

I did manage to get the whole place set up.  I’ll not need to spend any more money on it.  It’s done.

But I have a relatively new problem.  It’s been a problem since getting back from Spain, Peru and Bolivia.  I can’t seem to curb my eating habits since hanging out with Hana.  I’m eating all my profits.  I spend about $100 on food every 5 days just on take-out.

I’m writing this while waiting for my order to be ready at Cheshire Pizza & Ale.  I ordered a small pizza and zucchini fries.  Then I plan to get back into my pajamas and eat and play my game for the rest of the night.  In the meantime, all my friends are going out – just about every single night – going out and having fun.

I hope I’m just going through a phase because I just want to curl up in a ball until all my shit gets straightened out.  What I mean by shit is, hiring my two independent contractors and the new place is fully operational.  Then I can relax.  I can relax once I repair a little bit of my financial cushion.  And then….oh boy….and then I just might go crazy and celebrate too big, you know?  I always celebrate too big.

Anyway, I gotta pick up my food.  It was nice talking to you.

 

 

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About My Last Post….Don’t Read It

My last post is the result of drinking two Titos cocktails.

After I drank them, I walked home and as soon as I got inside, I talked non-stop to my parents for two hours straight.  Then I wrote my last post which makes absolutely no sense.

All from drinking two vodka drinks.  It was like I was high on drugs!  And this is why I stick with beer.

Anyway……I’m beat.

Sunday was Easter, my supposedly glorious day off from life.  But I spent the entire day comparing online booking software for my new business.  And when I say all day, I mean from 1:30 in the afternoon all the way up until 2:30AM.  I couldn’t stop.  And it felt like I wasn’t getting anything done.  The hours slipped by like minutes – it was a time warp.

I won’t go into the boring details.  Nobody wants to hear it and I don’t want to relive it.  I went through so much aggravation and stress already.

After all that aggravation, I’ve decided to stick with my current online booking system.  And I HATE my current online booking system.  I actually fantasized about switching it.  But it turns out that it really does offer everything I need.

I’m flummoxed by this whole thing.  I really am.

Yesterday I met with the landlord in Bozrah and signed the lease.  Then I started freaking out shortly after.  “Oaf uck what did I just do? Fuck Fuck Fuck, what am I doing?  Am I crazy?  But the business is getting sued!  I have no choice!”

Remembering that my current business is in jeopardy, made me calm down.  Opening up a new massage business is the only move I can make.  The rest of it is out of my hands.

I continued freaking out all the way home.  I went on Amazon and bought almost everything I need.  I spent over $1000 for everything.  And today I’m meeting Carmen, a women from Facebook marketplace, to sell me her brand new EarthLite massage table.

A brand new Earthlight retails for $400.  Basically, I break it down to the cushioning, the face cradle, and the construction is what you’re paying for.

Cheap table – $100

Face cradle – $100

Memory foam topper – $100

No squeaks – $100

So the pricing actually makes sense.  I end up spending $300 on cheap $100 tables just for a new face cradle and memory foam, so I’m getting a good deal by buying off the marketplace.  Just $200 bucks.

I haven’t showered or eaten anything.  I woke up an hour ago.  I’m supposed to be at Carmen’s house in an hour.  She lives in New Haven.  I’ll just wear my hat.

I went to sleep at 3:30AM this morning.  I can’t sleep until all my projects are done.  If I stop mid-way, I wake up not knowing what to do or where I left off.

Before I made a list of what to do and what I needed, I was stressed and confused as hell.  But after I made the list, I felt alright.  And after I bought all that shit last night, I’m feeling better.  Finally progress.  Moving forward.

I have to get up dammit.

I have to keep this list of To Do’s for my next business opening.  This new business I’m opening now, it’s almost not worth the trouble.  I’ll not be making much and probably end up paying out the first few months – but if I had more than one of these little satellite businesses, well, now we’re getting somewhere.

I’m thinking big.  One in each town kind of big.  I’m a maniac.  Oh God I hope my idea works.  Oh shit I really hope it works.

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You want to know the sad truth? I’ll tell you the sad truth

Okay, It’s not that sad.  I didn’t lose any limbs or anything like that.

I got sucked into YouTube last night and listened to a young girl who lost both her arms and legs from bacterial meningitis.  My problem is not that bad.  Then I got stuck on watching a baby born in India with two faces – again, my problem is not as bad as two-face baby.

Fuck….how the hell do I compare to that?  Seriously?  I’m fucking retarded.  I’m sorry for the politically incorrect terminology, but I was born in the 1980’s to white Italian/German/Russian catholics who think everybody outside their family is either gay or retarded.  It’s true.  It fucked me up a bit.

So anyway….

I don’t think you’re retarded or gay…not anymore.  And even if you are, I don’t care.  Honestly.  I’m above the experiences that shaped me in my past.

Today was the start of a new Mel.  I was going to buckle down and start uncontrollably shitting out my new business plan.  Setting it out in action.  Doing this takes a great deal of determinism and confidence.

My new me not only relates to business stuff, but I was also going to start a new diet consisting of no beer or red meat.

My biggest problem, no, my biggest OBSTACLE, I whittled it down to it being alcohol and going to bed late.  These are the two biggest factors stopping me from accomplishing my dreams of being rich and having a hot bod.

I only drink when I go out.  When I’m around friends.  It helps me in the process of feeling wonderful.  And I only drink beer.  So I figure if I eliminate beer, I eliminate all obstacles, right?

Well, I eliminated beer last night and found an office to rent for my new business.  I also found 3 applicants, I ordered my iPad and decided to go with the Square scheduling system…all of which took a lot of time to decide – sober time.  And while I was so high on life and figuring this shit out, I also realized what a shit diet I had.  It was so shitty that I needed to figure out a plan that didn’t put me in an early grave where I’d need to be airlifted through the roof by a crane if I died.

Oh yes.  Yesterday was one of those days of clarity.  I knew exactly what needed to be done based on my personality type.  I know myself enough to know what I can handle.

And I’m right!  Beer and going to bed late – I swear to gawd, those are obstacles.

Hear me out for a second….

I haven’t written in a while.  Actually, that’s not true.  I’ve written, but they’re crappy posts that I saved as drafts.  All of them are about how hungover, drunk, and fat I feel – all shit I don’t feel like ever reading again.

It’s these saved drafts – the posts that are crap – that gave me clarity for that one night.  Last night.

Here’s what I learned last night:

Fist of all, it’s not all my fault.

I was working a lot at work.  I had a shit ton of signature couples massages that I had to deal with, I couldn’t do anything until they got taken care of.  Then my broken dryer fiasco happened.  I legitimately couldn’t do shit during this time.

Another thing to consider is that I have more friends now than I ever did in my entire life!

I’m a one friend kind of person.  I usually have one really good friend who connects me to everyone else.  I can’t deal with juggling, don’t want to, never wanted to.  But when that one friend starts hating me, then everyone starts hating me, well – I’m shit out of friends.

That actually happened to me in 2013.  I was completely friendless.  So I made new friends.  But now, all the people who hated me are now talking to me again plus I have all the new friends on top of the old friends and not only that, but my stupid pool league has given me even more friends, which, honest to god I didn’t even want.  Long story short, I put my iPhone down for a couple hours today and I had 21 missed texts from multiple sources.  It would’ve been more if I didn’t respond when I did.

Now keep in mind I’m a ONE friend sort of person.  It’s the reason why needy people love me so much.  I gravitate to the one person who needs me the most, and forget the rest.  And that one person, sad but true, keeps me from getting shit done.

I’ve been eking my way back into my 20’s.  The best years, right?  Wrong.  They were fun as hell, but I was a complete bum.

My late 30’s are looking like my early 20’s.  Who would’ve guessed?

So I vowed not to hang out with anyone until I get this new business up and running.

But then my neighbor texted me.  I haven’t seen her in months!  I go over, drink a bunch of martini’s and my one day of clarity comes to a close.  That’s it.  It’s already 1:40AM and tomorrow I have 5 clients, I’ll be dead tired when I get home.  Melanie’s end of productivity.

But when my friends stopped speaking to me in 2013, I got shit done.  I opened up my first business.  I started traveling.  I hate to say it, but friends can hold you back.  It’s like you become content, preoccupied, distracted, what-have-you.

They become an addiction.  You start to base your worth and value from their perceptions of you and it becomes a game.  “Who’s more popular this week?  Who has the most likes?”

Whoever has the most likes has the most influence and whoever has the most influence, has the most power.  It’s literally social media before social media existed.

Anyway…..I hate all that shit.  Fuck that shit, you know?

But I want to tell you about my new diet.

My new diet consists of no beer.  I can’t have a little beer because I don’t work that way – it has to be no beer at all.  I can never have just one.

And for the rest, I eat only my absolute favorite foods.  Luckily enough, I crave only healthy shit.

  1.  Anise  – It’s a very meaty cabbage/lettuce family vegetable.  I can’t get enough of it.  Topped with arugula and some kind of nut.  Accompanied with blueberry and raspberries.
  2.  The only two cheeses I’m allowing myself to eat are fresh buffalo mozzarella and goat cheese.
  3. A side of hummus for protein
  4. beets
  5. Lentils or quinoa if I feel like cooking something substantial and I have the time to do it
  6. On days when I’m famished, I can get chirashi sushi from Toro, cac mon bun from Pho & Spice, or teriyaki salmon lunch box from Yougu.
  7. mango’s, avacodo’s

I can live off this stuff.  I love it that much.

Shit, I’m so tired.  I gotta sleep.  This will end up being another draft I never post….fuck it, I’m posting it.

 

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2017 Taxes

I’m finally getting my taxes done.  FINALLY.

Ugh, I’m in such a pissy mood.  I’m at Main Street Cafe and two guys are sitting next to me with their phones out and I swear to god it looks like they’re taking pictures of me.  One of them has his flash pointing directly into my eyeball.

I’m so fucking pissed.  I have a miserable scowl on my face.  Why anyone would want to take my picture is beyond me, unless it’s for a miserable face meme.

Some guy ordered a raspberry chai latte with almond milk.  That’s like the barista asking “How much gay would you like in your coffee?”

Man – “I’m going all gay today, thanks.”

Barista – “So we’re talking fruit flavors with lots of almond milk and instead of coffee you’d prefer a mixture of floral spices?”

Man – “Yes, I’ll have that.”  He dismisses the barista with a wave of his hand.  His reading glasses rest above his eyebrows on his forehead.

I can’t make this shit up.

Wow I’m an asshole today.  But that just made me LOL.  Thanks for that friend.

I’m at the coffee shop to do my taxes.  I swear there’s no other way.  It’s next to impossible to do it at home – I can’t tell you how hard it is, just take my word for it.

This post is for next year, so I can speedily do my taxes in one fell swoop.

For future Melanie, 2019 Melanie, the BEST WAY TO DO TAXES:

  1. Go to a coffee shop.  Bring your laptop, a notebook, and your checkbook.
  2. Add up all your checks.
  3. Check all debits in your Wells Fargo checking account.  Add them up.
  4. Add up Amazon orders.  Write down the amount spent each month.
  5. Check all debits in your Bank of America Account.  Write down all non-amazon, non-check debits and add them up.
  6. Go through all paper receipts.  Write them down and add them up.
  7. Log in to Turbo Tax

I’m still on number 5.  I just need to tally the numbers.

At this rate, I think I’ll be done filing my taxes by tomorrow.  And then…..freedom.  Sweet sweet freedom.

I’ve been having so much stress lately.  I’m mostly worried about money of course.  It’s always about money.  But besides money, I’ve been worried about filing taxes, getting the dryer fixed, getting through all these groupon couples massages, the lawsuit, and lastly, opening up business number 2.

All of this puts me in a super pissy mood.  I don’t want to do shit.  I shouldn’t be around people, honestly.

The dryer is fixed, but the vent still needs to be cleaned.  I’m waiting to hear back from the duct doctors.

Anyway, I should head back home.  I’ll add up all my paper receipts and tomorrow I’ll go to Cheshire Coffee to input all the numbers into Turbo Tax.  It’s actually not hard or time consuming, I’m just scared to see how much money I owe.  I’m always scared.

I had to be in work at 9:15 today for a client.  I shouldn’t complain about that since it got me out of bed and to the coffee house to do my taxes.  If I didn’t have a client, or if I had a later client, I would literally do nothing all day.  I’d sleep, eat, nap, watch Jessica Jones on Netflix, play Elder Scrolls online.  I hadn’t had a day like that in a very long time.  Today would’ve been one of those days for sure.

I massaged my client at 9:15, was done at 10:15, returned voicemails, went to the bank for change and here I am.  It’s 3:50, I been here since 11.  Damn!  Okay, I’m going.  I guess taxes are time consuming.

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My Last 3 Days

Today is Wednesday.  On Monday, I had insomnia.  I had insomnia by drinking one small bottle of Starbucks mocha latte, an impulse buy from Stop & Shop.

When I have insomnia, my mind goes into hyperdrive.

I thought of a new science fiction story about a young man who starts hearing voices.  The voice tells him that it’s himself, from the future.  His future self found a way to have consistent lucid dreams and through his lucid dreaming, he’s able to go out of body and into new dimensions of spacetime.  He can travel back in time but only as a voice in the head of his younger self.

I’m picturing Chris Pratt for this character.  A stupid, lovable Chris Pratt.  His future self is also stupid and all he wants to do is save the world, but he doesn’t know how.  They befriend a psychologist who treated Chris once he started hearing voices.  He thought he was going crazy so he went to see a psychologist.  It was the psychologist who convinced Pratt that he isn’t crazy, and together they team up to find ways he can use his gift to better the world.

I thought about this for 6 or 7 hours.  Completely immersed in my new fantasy.

It’s such a weird thing, insomnia.  I normally get sleepy around mid-night and fall asleep with no problem.  It’s like hitting a switch.  But with insomnia, I’m tired but not enough to hit the switch and when I want to hit the switch, I can’t find it.

Yesterday I had to brave the winter storm by going to work to let the Maytag man in to fix the dryer.  He told me what I already knew.  That the dryer was overheating due to our ostensibly long exhaust pipe.  I’ll either need to vent the dryer inside the room itself, or get an inline blower for $150 bucks.  But even with the blower, it might not be good enough.  I’m going to try venting inside the room, but there are also disadvantages to that such as needing a dehumidifier and constant filter changes.  And the heat will be stifling.

After that, I went to shoot pool in my league.  Because of the storm, we were short players.  Due to this fact, I had to be the sacrifice that night.  Being pit against a 6 while I’m a mere 2.  I was a 2 who’s gotten no sleep!  I said that I’d rather not play, and to play our 7 against the 6 instead, but our 7 didn’t want to play either.

I ended up getting crushed, but two of my buddies were there and we ended up playing each other after our matches.  All of us lost last night and we cheered each other up.

The problem with exhaustion is, at some point, adrenaline kicks on.  It’s a vicious cycle.  Exhaustion can in fact, end up keeping you awake!  I tried focusing on my audiobook to tune myself down.  I wanted so badly to write last night.  My mind was on fire with so many questions and idea’s.

I can’t remember what time I fell asleep.  No later than 2AM, but guess what time I woke up today?  2PM!  And I woke up exhausted.  I slept the whole way through.

My audiobook does a great job in putting me to sleep but it also ceases my ability to dream.  Dreaming is one of the most fantastic things I’m great at.  With dreams, I get to learn from my mistakes.  It subconsciously repairs my brain to become in sync with my desires.  Like with wanting to play better pool, dreaming about pool can make me a better shot.

There’s actual studies about this.  I won’t get better at pool unless I play it so much that I dream about it.  It’s the dreams that make us brilliant.

I have so many stupid ambitions and infatuations.

All I want to do today is play my game and hide from the world.  I don’t want to think about anything or talk to anyone.  But I have a client at 6:30.

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Get the fucking ball in the hole

My first APA game, I went up against a lovable old man.  I didn’t want to beat him.  I thought I’d “go easy on him”.  But in the end, he ended up beating me and I learned a valuable lesson.

Tuesday I was up against another adorable old man, Wally.  He had an oxygen tank and everything.

Me thinking – “Not this time old timer, not this time.”

I beat him.  He’s actually a decent shot too.

Every opponent I’m up against, I take seriously.  I take each shot seriously.  I’m training my mind to “get in the zone” for each ball I go for.

Tuesday I arrived an hour early for my match and left at 2AM – way after it was over.  I played a man named Dave for a couple hours after the match and towards the end of the night, I started beating him at every game.  I was getting better with each game we played.

I drank a lot of beer, but it didn’t seem to effect me.  I know that sounds like crap, but beer has no effect on my pool skills what-so-ever.  As long as I keep my focus in check (which takes a little more effort when inebriated).

The only thing that effects my game is my level of confidence and applying everything that I’ve learned.

But the best thing that helps me sink my shots is in telling myself, “Just get the fucking ball in the hole.”

It’s like I wipe the slate clean.  I don’t think about anything that I learned, and instead I focus on getting the ball in the pocket.  But at the same time, I’m aware of my body mechanics and knowing the precise place to hit the ball because I learned how from past experience – it’s all there, just subconsciously there.  I forget it all and focus on the main goal – to get the ball in the pocket.

I don’t know how or why this works, but it works.  I want to write about it so I don’t forget it – that’s how important it is.

Get the fucking ball in the pocket, Melanie.

My favorite part of the night was arriving early for my match.  When nobody else was there yet.  I popped in my wireless headphones and tried making the same shot over and over again.  The exact same shot, just over and over and over – whether or not I make it in.

Everyone else, they like to practice by shooting the balls wherever they lay, but not me.  Same shot.  Over and over.

And then I find myself with that exact same shot during a match and I think to myself, “just like practice Melanie, Just like practice.”  And I make it in.

I actually have fun when I take the same shot repeatedly.  I don’t get bored with it.  I get confused, curious, proud, all in that order.

I love pool.  I have trouble understanding why not everyone enjoys it.

 

 

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I’d Never Make it As A Bug

Science, to me, is spiritual.  It’s philosophical.  It’s some crazy shit is what it is.

Think about it.

Let’s look at earth for what it really is.  I mean really look at it.  The lush tree’s that feel like fluffy broccoli from above, the lizard that guards his rock, the person that guards his wallet, the kangaroo with her kid in her sack.

The day us humanoids realize we’re nothing special, will be the same day we realize we’re All One.

We are All One.  Just like the hippies say.  Just like Buddha says.  Just like anyone who’s ever done any hard trippy hallucinogen will tell you.

This is why most vegans are hippies and also why when you think of a hippie, you picture them saying things like “Far out”, “That’s some crazy shit, man.”  And being completely agreeable with most things you tell them.

Hippies don’t give a fuck.  They get it.

But scientists get it too.  The real scientists get it.

There are fake hippies and fake scientists, but I know the difference.  The real guys are in constant amazement.  Hippies and scientists watch nature documentaries with the same level of astonishment.  They both stare into a beehive and say “Whoa” like Keanu.  They lose themselves by staring at a fern in wonderment and meditating that it’s entirely built out of geometry.

The real scientists and the real hippies know that we are in fact, just another species among trillions.  And since most people can’t see this, we become a plague on the environment.  We think we have rights and that we’re special.  We’re entitled to everything.

The one thing scientists have that hippies don’t, are cohesive solutions.  Hippies deprive themselves of water by conservation, they starve themselves because they don’t want to kill.  But scientists think up ways to have their cake and eat it too.  Scientists see that we all have a choice and there is always an answer, a way, a solution for both.

This is where hippies fall short.  They resign themselves to blending in and leaving no carbon footprint.  They don’t even want to have a cake, they don’t want to have anything.  To them, wanting is part of the problem.

But it’s the scientists who got it right.  Ayahuasca told me that science is a big part in our spiritual evolution.  It’ll show us that anything can be obtainable and in doing so, our belief in ourselves will grow exponentially.

Belief in one’s own self acts as the curator for growth.  It guards our journey.

There must be a balance between entitlement and respect.  Don’t take without replacing kind of thing.  And right now with our current mind-set, we believe money is the replacement for what we take/consume.  But money is just paper!  It literally consumes tree’s!

Money is a form of energy and energy is power.  All day we exchange power back and forth with each other.

Time is also money, also power, so we buy peoples time with money and call it even.

But all of us have a time limit.  That’s partly what makes it so precious.

I have an idea!!

If I ruled the world, I’d make a bio-dome type of place.  A self-sustaining facility to house the greatest minds on earth.  Everything they’ll ever need will be made to order and supplied to them in the self-sustaining facility/factory.  They won’t get paid (because that’s too much strain on the taxpayers), but they get to spend all day dreaming up solutions to our problems and doing what they love.

People who love robotics will be in charge of janitorial duties.  Eventually, given enough time, the janitors will build a robot specifically designed for each janitorial duty.

The bioengineers will be in charge of farming.  Given enough time, they’ll also make their jobs easier by growing massive fruits and vegetables that will eventually end starvation.

Chemists will be in charge of water filtration, ending water-born illness in third world countries thereby lengthening life expectancy.

Doctors will still be doctors but they will work side by side with pharmacologists, biologists, chemists and whoever else might take an interest.

Lawyers will be the police, eliminating the middleman and talking sense into criminals (if there are any).

And these brilliant minds don’t have to stay with one profession, they can bounce around looking for answers elsewhere.

Physicists will work with programmers in developing a quantum computer.  The quantum computer can then be hooked up to a patient to find their disease, or a DNA defect that might lead to a disease.

They’ll all have families, have children.  Their children will be homeschooled, taught in the field of their parents profession until they get old enough to apprentice in a field of their choosing.

Ah, to dream…..

I wouldn’t be able to live in my own fantasy bio-dome community unless I actually liked giving massages.  My only real chance of being let in would be if I agree to write in their newspaper and brew beer.  Those are the only things I’d be good at.  Other than my love of capitalism, it’s writing and beer that I do for free.

Writing in the paper would be perfect because I get to connect everything and everyone.  I’d get to learn a little about everything.

Me and my stupid fantasies…..

Anyway, the whole reason why I started this post was to tell you that what if all species on earth have the same exact intelligence, but an intelligence for different things?

Take an ant for example….what if an ant can take a bite out of dirt and automatically know the origin of the universe?  He’d never be able to communicate it to us lowly humans though.

What if ants already have their own bio-dome of brilliants minds?  And it was built so long ago that now all they know are bio-domes?  Underground tunnels and networks that connect all major branches of universal studies?

And then us idiot humans stroll by and pour liquid metal down their gullets to create “art”.

And the ants be like:

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The Last 3 Days

I had a nice evening planned last Friday.  One where I’d be able to unite one friend group with another, forming a new bridge of connections and loveliness.  But then Adonis called in sick and I had to take his clients.  Then he called out yesterday, forcing me to contend with 8 clients all booked with me.  And today, Sunday, I massaged for 3.5 hours and then dried sheets until 11 at night and then brought them back to work so I don’t have to do it tomorrow morning.  Why?  The damn dryer broke.

I didn’t actually massage all 8 people.  Leah, one of my employee’s, told me she’d take my last two.  I love Leah but I don’t want to get into how much I love Leah.  Just know that I do.  I fucking love Leah.

I’m so tired.  I just finished off a bottle of sake that I found in the fridge from weeks ago when I went to Sushi House with my cousin.  And I taken one melatonin and half of a Kirkland sleeping pill – the smallest (and cheapest) little crumb of a pill – it knocks me out every time.  How the hell does a pill do that?  It’s about the size of my pupil – smaller than the mole on my clients shaved head.

I massaged a guy last Saturday with the last name Gotta.  He had a mole on his shaved head and all I thought about as I massaged him was, “How does he not slice that sucker off when he shaves his head?  Does he have to go around it each time?  Has he ever nicked it and had it bleed everywhere?  Gotta lance that buddy.”

When it was time for  him to flip over, I wanted so badly to say, “Gotta flip over now.”

I have tomorrow off but it’s not exactly a day off.  Not when there are sheets that need drying.

I finally opened up a business bank account for my new place, Sound Alchemy Massage.  The woman who helped set it up, set up my last business account too.  She remembered me even though it’s been over 2 years.

I put $2000 in my new bank account.

Now is the time to start looking for an office but I can’t with the dryer being broke and all.

This post sucks, I’m going to bed.

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Melanie Joins a Pool League

I love to play pool.  I absolutely LOVE it beyond measure.  After decades of saying I’m going to join a league, I finally did after meeting some old friends out during one of their league nights.

My team adores me.  Well, at least I think they do.  And other people on different teams have taken a liking to me too.  The bartender, Brie, the owner, Billy, the manager (forgot her name), they all love me.

I was afraid I would hate having to be someplace every Tuesday night but it turns out that I look forward to it and it’s not impinging on work even when we are busy with signature couples massages.

I feel like a super star on Tuesday nights with my messy hair tied up, wearing my ripped jeans and hoodie.  I wear the same clothes every day.  Have I ever told you that?

I’m one of the few people who drinks beer while they play.  I’m surprised not more people do it.  Right now I’m a level 2, which is a perfect level to be since I can get away with drinking beer and not have to worry about missing a shot because, well, I’m a level 2!  And my team wants me to stay a level 2.

If I stop drinking beer during my matches, I’ll most likely go up a level.  The one night I experimented by only drinking one beer and I kicked the girls ass and won the whole thing.

I score points for my team each week and I don’t have to practice if I want to stay a level 2, and I can drink beer.  Sounds pretty peachy to me.  Good deal.

As of now my team is in second place.  Once we’re closer to the end of the season, I’m sure everyone starts to sweat bullets because if we win, it means we get to go to Vegas.  Vegas baby!

When I first joined the league last month, I became obsessed with practicing, watching YouTube videos, reading Jeanette Lee’s autobiography…..etc.  But now my obsession sort of died down.  Other obsessions taken its place.

People say I’m unemotional but I tell you what, when I play pool – they come out in full force.  Anyone who’s ever witnessed me play pool would never say I’m unemotional again.

My team set me up with my own stick (I named it the Pink Lady), a case, a glove and chalk.  I need the glove for my sweaty ass hands.  My hands are always sweaty no matter what I do.  While I was in Spain, Hana would grab my hand and tell me that it’s wet.

Hana – “They wet.  Why they always wet?”  She’d say while she smacked the palm of my hand.

They’re wet right now just typing on my keyboard.

I hate the way dry hands feel.  When a dry hand is handling or folding a dry piece of paper, I cringe.  I hate the sound of it.  If my hands ever do feel dry, I cup them over my mouth and blow my hot breath into them.

I’m a weirdo, I know.  I wonder what else I do that’s weird that I don’t realize.

I don’t have a client until 5:45.  It’s 1:41.  I should eat, shower, and maybe play my game for a bit.  I’m not sure what else to do.  I should clean the dryer vent at work but I’m so freaking lazy.

The dryer at work started making a racket on Saturday, February 17th, the busiest day of literally all time.  I think we had 35 clients or something crazy like that.  My theory is that it overheats because the vent is clogged.  We have to keep stopping and starting it.

I bought the LintEater kit from Amazon and I have to use it to snake the 35 feet of tubing – possibly more than 35ft.

As far as my new business goes…..I’m procrastinating.  Mainly because I can’t focus on more than one task at a time.  Work has been busy, which leaves me with no time to set up the new place, and the dryer is busted.  I’ve been stashing money aside though.  I have almost $2000 saved towards the new place.

Don’t get me wrong, money is tight these days.  We’re not promoting the membership anymore so I don’t have that automatic $6000 at the start of every month anymore.  Not only that, but our ex-members are still coming in to redeem their massages that got built up over the years.  There are a TON of them.  Just yesterday we had an ex-member come in for a 90-minute couples massage.  That will cost me at least $60 that’s been spent ages ago.

That’s just one example – these ex-members are coming in everyday to use up their credits and the money is long gone.  There wouldn’t be an issue if I didn’t have to pay $5000 to my lawyer.

Speaking of….I haven’t heard anything about the case in a while.  My lawyer was undergoing depositions but the next person in line to be questioned, had something happen to her.  Like hospitalization or something.  She had to push it back but that’s been weeks ago.

I also wrote a letter to one of the victims.  The lady who gave her deposition, I wrote her an email because I still had her info in my files so I figured, why not?

It was a personal, humble, wildly informal email describing my life up to this point.  I re-read it a few days ago and if she decides to sue me after reading that email, there’s no goodness left in her bones.  Her heart is far gone from this plane of existence. You’d have to be a psychopath to want to sue me after reading an email like that.

I haven’t heard anything back from anyone since sending her that email.  January 26th is when I sent it and now it’s February 22nd.  I’m hoping she gave it to her attorney to read.  I’m hoping I’ll get to read it in court.

She’s a professional, so I know she reads all her emails.

I should take a shower and start my day.  I hate having shit to do.

I’ll feel wholly settled once:

  • My new business is opened and established
  • My dryer is fixed
  • The signature couples massages are almost all redeemed
  • Taxes are done
  • The lawsuit is over

Until then, I’m all knots and bolts.  I can’t relax.  The only time I feel somewhat relaxed is nighttime when it’s too late for me to act upon anything.  But during the day, my procrastination stresses me out.

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