What Do You Think Happens When You Die?

A perfect work day is friday, a gazette drinks, night tengia, and so ward. I would get it up probably six a m. I would meditate for 20 minutes or so. Then an hour of exercising the gim or run or swim, or some form of movement. And then at three, a little bit of yard work, maybe. And and at four 30 we break out the gin on a triple a and listen the skull cave and drift off into a world of music and carefree drunkenness. But k give me the perfect day where there's no work. Ah, it would just be wocking on my parents, blocked down at the national