Morning obsession with Andy Warhol, backed by “Fall For You” and “Miss Atomic Bomb,” plus playful portrait edits

The day runs on campaign energy: legal victory over enemies, Trump-style swagger, New York mythology, and a harder promise that, when elected, I will not shut embassies but I will shut down corrupt foreign business.

Ranked favorite films and obsessed over Tarantino craft, from American Psycho to Pulp Fiction. Late-night comfort mixed candy, toothbrush cleanup, and script momentum

Biden’s win landed less as closure than as another moral argument inside my head, with guilt, revenge, and the need to explain myself all fighting for the same space.

I spent hours on a CIO candidate, thought about solar practicality, money, Freemasonry, and negotiation psychology, and let brisket, coffee, and craft fantasies carry the day forward.

I spent the day mixing big defence ambitions, Bohemian-scale self-mythology, customer strategy, and startup arithmetic, trying to turn fantasy, networking, and persistence into something bankable.

The day began with tuna sandwiches, headache, and the hope of a calmer reset, but it ended up mixing depression, social performance, Parsi fixation, and the feeling that even calm was temporary.