The bots have been great for covering up powers; using the actual computerized ones for shit.

Practicing on the Am's for moving detailed work and stamina.

Barely even moving my body these days; at least still working up a sweat through kegels and other powers of mass destruction.

Immobility is Rude.

But at least Coffee Milkshakes are a thing. And Double Cheeseburgers.

Bots Incinerator options is best for hiding the evidence of the many bovines I've gone through in absent munching.

Trash man and extremely caring neighbors. Only know of the vegetables, casseroles and smoothies I have been pounding down. For like, ever.

3 weeks, same thing.

Getting back from the skeleton of ashen complexion means even immortals have to chill out and rest.

It occurs to me that movies might just be a religious experience, something about big seats and popcorn and a mobility just seeing a big screen with a whole bunch of random strangers so you don’t even have to talk to them. It's a very public experience, quite nice.

Training is extremely fun, finally able to make a detailed mini robot and make it dance. My next project is to figure out how to make a chicken and then make chicken dance. 

Todo lists only work when using reasonable progression.

… 

Opening portals to other places had not been on the bingo card. I was trying to walk face first into a mountain where I had hidden the espresso machine from myself. 

Landed face first somewhere else, with no coffee… 

Or anything, but the hydrated and processed beans cut close. Real close, a little personal too, Not gonna lie.

Might be displacing the whole fuck it I don’t have to breath thing or this whole unlimited potential schtick is playing out.

But my morning routine had been interrupted and I’m inclined to think the day takes priority over reality.

Getting back had not been hard, being found comatose in a trash pile next to my house… Is doing wonders for my credibility.

I wish they’d judge me instead of looking all sympathetic and all.

At least the surprise deep nap was of a caloric nature; lack of oxygen did not look like it would get pretty. Had that been the cause.

At least I’ve started ore processing. Fancy words for I am eating rocks… 

Teleporting across planets, moons and stars. So much chunky goody gravel just sitting around everywhere in the mountains 

I mean it was all delicious, but I could’ve used a few more bottles of hot sauce.

What does not need hot sauce is steel, taste fucking delicious especially cold. I don’t know anything about the density to digestion ratio. 

Just noticing that these treats are going a lot farther in dealing with my appetite.

Found that out the hard way. 

When I may or may not have run a stress test on myself.

And then proceeded to get so hungry; that I may or may not have disappeared 4 abandoned cargo ships from a random boat yard… 

That I Hangry Teleported too, So somewhere has less trash to be worried about.