I had a rather uneventful afternoon of meetings, bookended by snacks. I started off the day with the darkest, most thickest, coffee you’ve ever seen in your life. I dubbed it ‘the most evil cup of Joe these northern lands have ever seen’ before sipping it.
I had an early lunch, which consisted of a dozen veggie sushi rolls — and then it dawned on me: I really, truly, don’t care about dietary restrictions, animals, or even debilitating illnesses. Then why on earth am I punishing myself to fetter out my days as a lowly weak vegan? Already I am able to see the effects of a meatless diet. My bench has been halved, my gut doubled, and my overall health is very meek and meager — a ham and egger lifestyle if I’ve ever seen one. I shot over to the local grocer, being all rebellious and shit, and purchased a gateway meat: tuna steaks and some smoked salmon.
When I got home, I ate half the package of salmon, which was marinated in herbs and vodka. I then made myself a faggot milkshake of chocolate almond milk, banana, and a spoonful of peanut butter.
I saw Dunkirk for the first time in theaters the other day and was dumbfounded by it. As many of you know, I consider myself to be a foremost expert in the cinema arts, having dedicated two full years of frantic viewership of all the greats — consuming information on a scale that could only be described as ‘industrial.’
Dunkirk was, by far, the finest war film ever made.
What it lacked in gripping dialogue, it made up for, and more, in an atmospheric setting which is without peer.
I am heading out to see it again soon, just to confirm what I thought I had witnessed the other night: a once in a generation display of cinematic greatness.
The futures are opening soon. I’m expecting MOAR gains and have a general idea what I’ll be doing next week. My health is still poor, and my head is whirring with a drunken dizziness that only stops when I sleep.If you enjoy the content at iBankCoin, please follow us on Twitter