Engineering

I have lost interest in just about everything, from my evening outings to time spent on the Net. Even eating has become a laborious task. The move to Waimanalo and the associated changes in life-style have exacted a toll on the ol' lavahead. The face of stone is ready to crack. With each passing day, homelessness is seemingly more viable as an alternative. As it is, I am already a pariah. Why not just go all the way already?

On the other hand, I should report that my expenses have not increased as significantly as previously thought. Of course, I have only reviewed December 2014 (i.e., pre-Waimanalo) expenses. Nonetheless, I plan to perform a full audit of this month's expenses with an aggressive cost-cutting initiative to be instituted immediately afterward. Any money that is flowing outward and not producing any personal satisfaction must be cut off.

The preformatting of "blog" posts has been completed for now. There are now 23 preformatted posts in the queue, if you can believe it. Each post has seven pictures of young hotties, which requires eight paragraphs of text. Of course, more pictures of young hotties will be continuously added to the archive. So, there will always be pictures of young hotties in the "blog" while it is active. Naturally, that's all subject to change.

Incidentally, I have been exploring other avenues of homelessness in the possible case that the homeless motorhome plan becomes inoperable. The homeless shelter, the airport, all are viable options now. Homeless logistics will also come to the forefront as previous projections are rendered obsolete. Logistical details will surface in the "blog" in future posts.

The morning commenced with laundry chores. Then, the commute to Hawai'i Kai, scenic yet so opposed to my mendicant life-style. The daily itinerary had to be modified. I rode the bus to town, procured an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop, and performed half of my usual workout at the gym. Maintenance work on a sump pump required the closure of the showers in the locker room.

I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai at 1pm and arrving there a little over an hour later. I stopped off at the snobbish coffee shop to procure a $1 baked good special (sale runs January 15th to February 2nd). The hottie who was on-duty was friendly, quite a difference from the staff in town. Then, I was off to the gym to complete my cardio workout and take a shower.

My mind has been preoccupied with matters of significance and trivia. Impending homelessness weighed heavily on my mind. Trivial matters, such as the mummification of the cheap "smartphone" and its service plan, were annoyingly intrusive. What is most stupifying is that homeless people do not pre-plan their homeless adventure. Rather, they continue "business as usual" until the money runs out. No logistics, no contingencies. Some may pray to a mythical deity for help. In the end, they just end up on the street, penniless, with all of their worldly possessions at their side. The newly homeless who own vehicles would have homeless motorhomes at their disposal. I am apparently the only person who must engineer his homelessness.

Anyway, I rode an earlier bus to Kahala to make a dentist appointment in person. I intended to stay there for my evening outing. However, I felt out of place in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I may be joining the ranks of the homeless in about a month. What do I have in common with the affluent people there? Absolutely nothing.