Hi, Thoughts

I have no discipline. Just now I made myself type "discipline" over and over until I could 1. not look at the keys 2. make myself memorize how to spell "discipline" (which I ruined just then three times) so that I can 3. learn to type as fast as I think and ultimately think better in the process. Hi. This is Hi, Thoughts. You are looking into the brain of a man who doesn't even know if he's real. Right now I'm able to type this with some comfort knowing that my clothes are in the washer and I've developed a pile of new clothes for the second wash. I'm cleaning my room. I'm also cleaning house. It's Friday December 28th, 2018 but to me it feels like fucking Christmas. Everyday that I wake up I feel like I'm fixing myself. Fine tuning. Like I'm updating my operating system. Today I fixed a few things. Right now I'm cleaning my room. I have clothes everywhere and I'm not comfortable. I want to turn my car into my room so ...

I'm listening to music in my car and I realize that driving in my car, high, with nothing to do, unlimited time and resources, on an open road, with a magnificent vehicle that responds to your every whim is my ultimate dreamworld. I'm realizing that the tire treads on my car are almost gone and even before then something else was wrong with my car and I never felt the car fully had control like my last car but it's faster but uncontrollable speed is useless so I haven't opened it up and... Fuck it. So an hour and a half before my flight, an entire hour and a half after when I would normally arive, I decided to take a half hour speed trip. I go on the road and I realize a few things. 1. Driving is immensely fun. As long as your vehicle is in excellent condition and the weather is right, everyone on the road understands the rules, driving is the most fun you can have. 2. I am constantly pushing my boundaries but there's more for me to go. I am still afraid of ...