No, Vyvanse doesn't make you focused.
Yes, it's good for binge eaters.
Yes, I'm losing weight.
I have no sanity to lose.
I'm the happiest man alive.
I'm verging into Henry Miller territory.
Ham on Rye.
Saying you are homeless still has more of a sting than saying you have covid.
I'm doing okay.
At last, I get to fulfill another dream of living in the back of a car and a storage unit.
Unless forced into that predicament, you will never do it.
It's a might. I might do it. But because I don't have to, I'll just play with the thought and plan a test run for next week.
You learn along the way. That used car salesmen are assoles.
That the cops won't let you park at the station for the night.
That you have that odour of someone who has a piss bucket.
Hay, portabiltiy, nothing to scoff at, right?
