Surprise charges, sleep debt, business stakes, and the blunt admission that I'm building this for customers, not companionship.
A sharp pivot from faith-talk to policy reality: what FATCA, taxes, and incentives do to an economy, and why people reach for miracles when the stakes feel existential.
From kids’ books to patriotic songs, from hiring photos to wishing for a killer attorney, this day is grit wrapped around one dog I loved.
I reconnect with Aunt Shirani, flirt with selling lemonade, then spiral into a legal strategy session: Ninth Circuit vs Delaware, and how to pick venues that avoid fights.
A Buffett/Gates one-word success clip and an FT headline about Blackstone trigger a late-night riff on what makes winners: culture, taste, and ruthless clarity.
A busy morning turns into a comedy-policy mashup: tax rates, Leadership-as-a-Service pricing, and a Sheriff Woody-style dictator joke.
I rank the U.S. states that keep showing up in my diary, then spiral into precise wordplay and the American Psycho business-card fixation.
I spend the day coding with AI: fun, fast, and relentless, but it crowds out writing. A bank run to raise account limits is the only break in the build.
I juggle bank and registrar troubleshooting while my brain spirals into bigger themes: surveillance, accountability, and being seen as resistance.
I make a rain-soaked vow, then wake up to the real to-do list: bank, registrar follow-ups, and ordering a deep fryer for the food plan.
A French-music, can't-sleep night turns into longing for Pauline and a little Paris fantasy. Then I ask Kanchana Ratwatte to walk me down the aisle.
A luxury-card article triggers dream-bank thoughts and the people I'd choose to run it, like Jim Robinson. By the end I'm trying to do the harder thing: let go humanely.
A France job note and political clips blend into messages about banking leadership and Harry Jayawardena. I bounce between tariff talk and old Halo 3 nostalgia, then end.
I mourn Harry Jayawardena and revisit the banking ambitions I tied to him. Gratitude takes over when I remember the support and the startup money that changed my runway.
A botched delivery and a notarization hunt spike my stress fast. Then the Rs 1.2m seed funding lands and suddenly the crisps plan feels real again.
Notary trouble kicks it off, then I review the Rs 1.2m and commit to premium crisps with zero discounts. The night ends in geopolitics, code, and Sri Lanka headlines.
I start in craft mode, fueled by music and a film high. Then my brain shifts into cabinet fantasies: banks, media control, and cake as leverage.
I wake up spooked, then turn it into action: affidavits, stock-transfer steps, and a restaurant launch plan. Scripture and late-night code keep me patient.
A Sons of Anarchy coffee moment and ring symbols frame a sleepless night. I weigh justice vs mercy, and what kind of future Sri Lanka deserves.
A PEP prompt kicks off the year with rules: respect people's faith and food norms while staying independent. Under it is tech power shaping governance.
