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Last night, the evening outing in Kahala excluded a visit to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I just procured a sandwich at the sandwich shop and a greasy "value menu" item at the fast food joint. Then, I sat and ate my pathetic dinner at the latter establishment. I wasn't in any mood to deal with crazed Post-Saturnalia shoppers. For some strange reason, shopping and stupidity go hand-in-hand. So, I returned to Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) early and spent the rest of the evening viewing [deleted] news programs.

In useless gadget news, I discovered that the cheap "smartphone" cannot be used on the Tracfone® network because it is an LTE device. So, I would have to purchase a new cellphone, most likely the cheesy $3 "flip phone" model. And, sadly, I have been experiencing several of the documented iOS v8.1.2 problems with the iPad® tablet computer. To say that I am disappointed would be an understatement.

In moneygrubbing Chink news, I must confess that no progress has been made on my part. I have not even started on the paperwork for Small Claims Court. The whole process is fatiguing to me. Mind you, I should first explain that my viewpoint of money has radically altered since turning 60 years of age. I am just not overly concerned about money anymore. Sure, the moneygrubbing Chinks have committed grand larceny. For that reason alone, I should seek justice.

Let me also state that I have had ample time to contemplate the many fortunate circumstances that have graced me over the years. I feel a sense of gratitude, but there is no one or no higher source to address. For example, just this year alone, I was assigned an excellent no-cost health insurance plan. Had that not happened, I would be in arrears for over $10,000 in medical expenses due to an unidentifiable heart problem. That's one of the reasons why I avoid spending money unwisely. I do not desire to make a mockery of my good fortune. And, that's also the reason why I did not entertain the idea of exacting homicidal rampage toward certain moneygrubbing Chinks.

Another day of horrendous mishaps, which is rapidly becoming the "norm." Even my morning coffee ritual was ruined when I spilled half the cup of the expensive brew. And, I was only afforded a microsecond glimpse of a certain fitness and training hottie as baby was leaving the gym just as I arrived. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way. Well, there's no need to chronicle more of the "bullshit." Just know that I was left in a bad way as a result.

My days at Chaos Manor are numbered. Yet, I have not decided upon a day to move out. Frankly, I am not at all excited about moving to Waimanalo. It is out in the middle of nowhere. In addition, commuting by bus will be both challenging and taxing. The landlord's place is about a half-mile from the bus stop. So, that will be a laborious walk in either the hot sun or pouring rain. I have no other options because I simply let time run out.

At least I have started to pack up what little material possessions that I own. Moving out of Chaos Manor should only take about five minutes. I plan to post to the "blog" daily until the move. Or, maybe I will wait until I exhaust the archived collection of hottie pictures. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!