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I'm REALLY. NOT in good form tonight

The latest iPhone upgrade made my iPhone unusable; I’ve misplaced my Apple Watch; I have few, really no friends I can just call up to go spend some time with, and if I did, my personal funds are in such disarray, there’s no guarantee I could pay my own way.  I’ve become the "Millionaire Moocher”, the filthy rich guy who NEVER has any cash on him, and, as a result, always has to prevail on friends to pay his way, even though he has oodles in Trust.

iHATE MY LIFE.  I have to admit, when I rescued Jaime, she rescued me, giving me  my sole reason for living, these days.  Really, knowing I saved her, and got her through her nervous diahareah, is all that gives my life meaning, these days.

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