Master Plan - Revocation

Upon seeing my bus buddy on Tuesday, I realized that the Master Plan is a waste of time. Sure, I may live to be his age. However, at this point in time, I don't believe that I could tolerate the decrepitude. Looking in the mirror would be a horrific ordeal. Thus, I have decided to revoke the Master Plan. In lieu of the latter, I will live day-to-day and address any situation in the present tense.

Typical Youthful Hotties

I know that money and finances will always be an issue. However, I just don't want to worry about either at this time. I want total freedom while I still have my youthfulness (term used loosely). I am sick and tired of the societal "ball and chain."

Typical Rehabilitated Hottie

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed a stack of boxes and crates in the common area upon return from town this afternoon at 4pm. Tom, former drunkard, is apparently moving out tomorrow. He will be checking into a rehabilitation clinic in a day or two. The cost of the program is $20,000 and Quest health insurance is paying for it in entirety. That's the same health insurance program that I am enrolled in, by the way. Apparently, ObamaScare worked to our advantage. But, I digress.

The landlord is apparently planning to rent out the second floor suite. So, I already know that there will be a slew of new problems once the new tenants move in. Thank Molech that I will be moving out on November 1st. In the meantime, I will simply attempt to enjoy my last few weeks at the dump, if that is even remotely possible.

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
The Vienna Sausage is becoming more and more insensitive to external stimuli. Very distressing. What is the ol' lavahead without a functional Vienna Sausage? A damned eunuch, that's what!

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The surveillance robot has apparently been deactivated. The 'bot only pops up randomly, as it did just once this week. Perhaps the "blog" has been removed from the "terrorist" watchlist. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!