Signing off, and starting the lazy revolution

My dearest little creatures,

Chronicles of Joenia will be inactive for a week or so, as I'm sunning myself in Jamaica. I'm hoping this will cure my clbt...chronically low body temperature. Good riddance, 91 degrees! Apparently it's some kind of vestigal process from our amphibian years...I don't know.

I've been lifting weights again, cause damnit, I'm sick and tired of being pinned beneath heavy objects! Oh, wait...someone's gonna make a joke about fat chicks, I just know it. You guys are assholes!

Land...it's all about land. If I could just get a piece of land, I could realize my dream...which is to work about 20 hours/week. I feel like I could really give those 20 hours everything I've got. I could use the considerable capital investment in my brain to add value to the GDP. I could then take my earnings home and be warm and fed while I pursue other things, like reading and music and lookin around at stuff. If I could get a 40k/year job at 40hrs/week, doesn't it stand to reason that I could get a 20k/year job at 20 hrs/week? That makes sense, right? Damnit...this property ownership hurdle is really screwing me up. Man, I don't even need to own the damn thing...just don't make me pay rent! I'll get solar panels and grow vegetables and raise chickens. I just need the damned land!

That's it...it's time to redistribute. I guess i need to muster my red army. I'll call Mugabe in Zimbabwe for advice.

Being lazy is not about being averse to labor...it's about having other interests. It's about valuing your free time because you have other things that you want to do. That's always been my objection to exercise...I don't mind sweating. In fact, I sort of enjoy it. I just hate taking the time to do it.