I count my blessings. Been Homless during Britain's first lockdown. I don't even notice anymore. I'm working with my American spirit right now. It's my mothercountry. 

I've just been surviving. That's all I'm doing. Trying to get into that middle class, elite bracket. So far, my opteration adapted to being 100% mobile. Fuck yeah! The final test is hotel jumping. They are really cheap these days.

I've just been working hard. Trying to better my life. And make something of myself. I became self employed during Covid in Britain. May. I had to do something. What else was I suppose to do? Starting a business seemed like the only rational choice. I began my studies in trading the hard way. All my losses are from not knowing what the fuck I am doing! I'm slowly chipping away. Learning on how to run a portfolio is about £300 of "Fuck! I need to make changes." I've added 2 more alterations to my system. See, in trading, if shit pops off wrong, you need to go straight into damage control. Limit the damage. Survive first. Counter, adapt, control. I've been calling the Business my "Money Tree," it's just is how it feels. Getting this started was rough. I didn't eat.