Lately I've been doing this super awesome thing that I really like a lot. Basically these are the steps to a good time:

1. Go get breakfast somewhere nice. Drink mimosas with secret admirer.
2. Get annoyed at service being too slow, world traveling too quickly in space (space is creepy), magma under my feet, need more mimosas.
3. Panic on my way home because of my love-hate relationship with this cave that was supposed to be a one year rental for me to rush through but has slowly crept into becoming my three-year apartment.
4. Admire my four white walls, my two pale palms, glowing empty sheets of paper before me.
5. Drink more until I pass out, which is usually around 8 pm.

Putting a price tag on something doesn't give it value, it is the creation of banality and the actions marks the death of that thing as having revolutionary potential. That's why I show my tits for free.