Hey man, what's going on? It's Bill Byrd. It's time for the Thursday afternoon just before

Friday Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking in on fucking you. What's going

on? How are you? Oh shit, it's Thursday dude. It's fucking payday. Gonna fucking go to

the to the Angelo's and get a fucking steak and cheese. Fucking barbecue chips.

Always hated barbecue chips. Never tasted good. You know, you just go, you got to go with

the originals. That's what I do. Once a week I go out and I get myself on it. I get

myself a nice fucking sandwich, right? With an orange phanta and chips. That's what I did

yesterday. Yesterday afternoon I had a little bit of a window because this

is the new me. Now I realized that I'm fucking I do too much. Hey, Bill, you're doing too

much. Why don't you fucking take it down a little bit? Yeah, I'm a fucking lunatic.

You could give me 24 hours off and I will before I even get my fucking foot, my pasty

freckled foot out of bed, I will think of things that will time me up until at least

four in the afternoon. Oh, I got the whole day off. Oh, maybe I'll do this. And I'll do this.

And I'll fucking it. That's what the fuck I do. Because if I don't fill up the day, then

I have to sit there and be alone with my own thoughts. That's what it is. I always thought

for years I was driven. I thought I was I thought I was an achiever. I wasn't. I wasn't.

I was just depressed. So I was trying to get away from it. Because like all good German

Irish people, you're not going to sit there and live with your emotions. You're going

to fucking run just in front of them. You know, your emotions are like some overbearing

dead that's trying to live his sports stream through you, making you do road work at

like five in the morning. He's got his head out the window yelling at you. And you're

just trying to stay a little bit in front of the car. So maybe the yelling doesn't sound

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