I am warm as toast.
My Manly football jumper is dry.
I'm correcting my circadian rhythm.
I'm resting just with harmless dietary supplements.
I'm still waiting for an e-mail confirming an order for another football jumper. I paid $66 with my credit card details at 2am the other night. Maybe it's the Easter break. I can afford to lose $66 and who knows, if something different had happened, then worse other things might have happened since to spoil the wonderful things that have happened.
I'm enjoying having a Thai Facebook friend who has a master's degree in guidance psychology and says that there is no word for "guilt" in Thai (she thinks the closest is "repent").
I'm treasuring the credit cards I got when I was in the corporate world thirty years ago. I'm enjoying an excellent credit record. I got declined today for a credit card with no foreign exchange fee, maybe it's because I always pay my bills on time so they couldn't hit me with 22% per annum interest!
I was a fan of the 1960's TV comedy Gilligan's Island as a child and I always identified with the penniless Gilligan not the millionaire. And with inflation even being a millionaire these days doesn't guarantee comfortable accommodation. So I'm thinking of ways to feel comfortable manifesting millions of dollars for myself.
One point that helps is the end of notes and coins as currency. A million dollars these days is typically not a pile of $100 bills but a number on a computer screen. In the news media it's not even $1,000,000.00, just three characters "$1m". So whenever I plan on earning a living say at sixty thousand a year, I'll just say "$60k p.a." so I don't feel inadequate comparing my inner worth with my outer worth.
Abbreviating measurements of large amounts of money is making me feel richer. One example is realizing that walking to the supermarket I walk past over $100m worth of housing real estate!
I'm hoping relatively low inflation will persist as long as possible in Australia.
My experience as a Rugby League football fan deserves to be on my resume! I've been a hypochondriac since puberty. But my dream of playing Rugby League in heaven is still alive. Rugby League is a dangerous sport. They wear no protective gear, and, until it was banned in 2006, there was what's called a "shoulder charge" where the purpose is not just to stop the opponent advancing in yardage but to inflict pain and preferably concussion. Once an Australian international player was penalized by a strange foreign referee because his tackle was "too fierce" which I found hilarious! The G-forces of the hardest tackles in Rugby League are about 20 G's! An astronaut only feels 3 G's or three times his or her bodyweight. Anyway my dream is to be reborn in heaven with such a powerful body that I could deploy and receive shoulder charges in celestial games of Rugby League with no risk of injury. The news media report afte...
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