Wednesday

Daimon says, "Well, you certainly didn't 'hustle' on your books today, did you, Monk old boy?" Ah, caught that, eh? I can't put anything over you guys. Nope, I blew my morning on porn. "And with Victor and your dad nearby, tsk, tsk, that's pretty bad." I didn't cum. It was just sort of a dry, low-key hump, if you will. I blame the night's lack of sleep. Maybe I was too anxious about the prospect of stormy weather and having the cats caught out in it. I don't see how I got more than an hour's sleep altogether. So, after breakfast and one turn at my Hitler book, as well as one turn on putting together another happy pill, I felt sleepy hard, and I went for a nap. Still didn't really sleep. When I gave up faking it, I decided to play on the Internet. However, while I was lying there, I started thinking, why get up for that? Why not just pull the laptop down and do my think in bed. "I think I see the problem." Exactly! First, though, I was detoured by my inability to type in my correct password for my e-mail account. I gave up on it, and then it just felt that much more natural to turn to my porn blog and to that whole Motherless world where unloved boys go to scratch their ceaseless itch. "And you had no trouble with that password, I guess." Actually, I messed it up the first time, too. I don't do well without sleep. But I did get it the second time, and, bang, I was off to the races, and there went my morning, all the way until lunch time. I'm not really caring, though. It's the most fun thing I do. Maybe I should try to set a record. "It's more satisfying then stick a jigsaw puzzle together, is it?" There's definitely more gratification in it. "And that storm never did come." No, it didn't. But we got a little rain, enough for me to keep the cats in. I'm going with the forecast in thinking that we are likely to get more messy weather. ... ... Snopes is giving us an account of Trump's wilder days that the mainstream media doesn't seem to want to touch, since a conviction has never been secured in the matter: the rape of 12 and 13 year old girls at parties of pedophile billionaire Jeffrey Epstein. Too hot for TV and political punditry. [Snopes] Twitter star Owen Ellickson makes a nice dialogue from this news:

RYAN: We're not worried about this, right? The defense team's been shaky...
TRUMP: And zero proof. No witnesses!
RYAN: Two, actually.
TRUMP: Well, they're lying! They're three liars.
RYAN: OK.
TRUMP: Who do you trust more, three strangers or Donald Trump?
RYAN:
TRUMP: Paul?
TRUMP: I didn't do it!
RYAN: I want to believe you.
TRUMP: So do it, then! Chase that feeling! Make your brain give that to itself!
RYAN:
TRUMP: Wanting to believe something is silly. You have all the tools you need! Think the thing that's nice to think until it's true!

On a tangentially related note, when the Daily Beast was writing an article on another Trump rape, of his wife Ivana, Trump's lawyer Michael Cohen threatened the writer with this statement:

“I will make sure that you and I meet one day while we’re in the courthouse. And I will take you for every penny you still don’t have. And I will come after your Daily Beast and everybody else that you possibly know. So I’m warning you, tread very fucking lightly, because what I’m going to do to you is going to be fucking disgusting. You understand me? You write a story that has Mr. Trump’s name in it, with the word ‘rape,’ and I’m going to mess your life up… for as long as you’re on this frickin’ planet… you’re going to have judgments against you, so much money, you’ll never know how to get out from underneath it.” [Daily Beast]

... ... George Sand: "Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life." ... ... Wow, Fox News anchorette Megyn Kelly is being offered more than 20 million dollars a year. I had no idea that these cable news personalities played in that ballpark. That's how estranged from reality I am, I guess, because I think that is absolutely ridiculous. ... ... There is such a gorgeous breeze blowing outside. It's more like a wind with just the merest nip of chill in it to give it some edge. Unfortunately, our windows aren't catching any of it. ... ... Pi says, "Oh, your playing with the puzzle again!" I was feeling that poisonous restlessness. I was worried that I might be losing my interest in the little enterprise, but, no, once I work through a couple of pieces, especially after I can connect a piece somewhere, I ... I can feel some gratification.