I'm actually happy.

Ha ha.

Yes, after gulping through a glass of wine In the morning.

I think to myself and say to myself, I actually am happy about my life and all the stupid things I do all the time.

I want to eat the dog hank.

I don't actually Want to eat him. It's just practical. Why would I not eat him?

It is morally correct to Try to sustain my health.

To stay alive and I eat meats and vegetables.

The end.