I Think I've Reached Enlightenment (But It Could Just Be the Drugs)
I was in a blissful state yesty. It may have been the modafinil, but it also could be I’ve achieved a low-key state of grounded enlightenment and am not too fazed by the shitshow that is the world in 2026.
As far as my life goes, zero drama and plenty of love for everyone.
I just wish my wife was as happy now as she was before her leg fell off. Just kidding, she doesn’t have legs! Stop lying Ricky, you’re embarrassing your ancestors.
My websites look ridiculous now because I no longer design for purely aesthetic reasons. Rather, I’m designing around convincing people I can help them and for them to sign up to my email list. Which I can, help them that is. And you can, sign up to my list that is:
I’m kicking so many goals. They are own goals because I’m playing against myself. There is no greater competition than against the man you were last week when you ate a full rotisserie chicken in bed.
Goals are important, but so are processes, the systems you use to actually chip away at the tasks you need to do to achieve these goals. I’ve got systems up the wazoo, but the difference between now Ricky and Ricky six, three, or even one month ago is that I don’t have fifty goals competing for my attention. I have a small list of goals that all converge to a singularity in space and time where all that can be known is known and the other stuff costs $6.50 a month, or cheaper if you pay yearly.
I’ve hit my stride. I’ve come into my own. This fat loser is on a roll. Who says family men can’t make it in the high-stakes world of the stock market, if the stock is me and the market is the internet?
It’s 1:30 AM. Heaven knows why I’m up and typing. I’m half-alive, a sleep zombie! But we do what we do, like that time I found $50 in the mall and bought three sheep with it.
I’m real tired. I can barely keep my ears open.
Going out to Mum’s today. Good times. Love Mumma. Better get some more sleep at some stage so I’m not too wired where I see through walls and shit. I hate when that happens.
This is a joke my daughter made up which we thought was very innovative and hilarious. The middle line was something else that has been forgotten, but the joke still stands.
When you mix a tiger and a lion, it’s a liger.
When you mix a goat with a sheep, you get a geep.
What do you get when you mix a blueberry and a banana?
A fruit smoothie!