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I met up with a bunch of friends last night. One of whom would call himself a "freind". That's because he can't spell, assuming I need to spell it out for you.

I got drunk. Not too bad. Not too obnoxiously. But drunk enough. Enough to realize today, as I sip on my 8.5% alcohol Belgian, that it's all about choice. All about decisions. All about empowering ourselves to make the decisions we make and live by them and live in them and be them. It's easy to get proverbially lost thinking about decision-making. Fantasizing about free-will or manifest destiny. But it's another thing entirely to live the moment optimizing the moment for the moment. It's another thing to worry about future moments. But if you handle the current moment as optimally as possible then the next moment should fall into place. And that shit cascades like the Niagra my naturalized friends. It's just like sipping out of a sippy cup. Without a lid. And it falls all over your balls and pants. Who cares? So you're wet. You're wet.

Nahsayin?