Over the next few days, Mr Bagaki has agreed to allow me to escape my hyperbolic chamber for a mid-summer cleaning. Waste had been accumulating and it was time for some fresh food anyway. With my 48 hours of freedom, I just don’t know what to do with myself.
My first intent is to shower and maybe some exercise, then its off to the track. There is nothing like a few hours or horse racing to settle my already settled nerves, plus blow three months pay in 30 minutes. Now what, I don’t know. I have been contemplating travel, but where to. I guess I could always people watch at the lake, but then I would want to attack the stupid ones. Last time something like that happened I ended up in jail, and that wasn’t so hot with Mr Bagaki. He whipped me, can you believe it. Actually, now that I think about it, that is why I now live in a hyperbolic chamber. Well, to the lake I go, it just doesn’t get any better than that,or worse than a hyperbolic chamber.
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