I need to set an earlier bed-time. I think I stay awake, In the hope that, when I try to sleep, I’ll go right out. No luck yet, & masturbation, hitherto my sleep aid par excellance, doesn’t really Work for me, anymore.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.