Excitement fills my veins like fire used to do. I'm on my third workout / diet week and I can already feel how my body is starting to wake up from the debauchery that was my slacking life. I've cut out the wine from my lunch menu, shrunk the siestas to hardly noticeable power naps and only smoke cigars during the weekends.
I can hear the accolades travel across the world, echoing across the beauty that is California to join us for supper. Oh hear, thy God of hedoism and dissipation I must stop streaking at the midnight hour.
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