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Well, the @freelancer #COVID19 survey was pretty good. Here are all my answers... imgur.com/gallery/mJ7wVNM
100% remote or bust. 
We're right on track to $DJIA 60,000 and stealthy hyperinflation for the Bottom 33%...
OK I have a final, positive, tweet as we go into Passover with a vengeance [pun intended, too]:
I am of The Third Wave of Volunteers. Almost all of you who are with me are either 2nd Wave or 3rd Wave yourself.
This is the prelude for why we volunteered here on Earth.
I am of The Third Wave of Volunteers. Almost all of you who are with me are either 2nd Wave or 3rd Wave yourself.
This is the prelude for why we volunteered here on Earth.
Esp @jenniferatntd , @ProSuja , @Trinitydraco1 , @k_wuttt , @VGKnightinArmor and @hectorology and many others my sleep deprived mind can't recall @ the moment.
(1/2) 1st Wavers 1500-1970s were here to setup conditions that allowed 2nd & 3rd to live. They are the Martyrs. Terribly hard lives where they didn't have any support & many were murdered for beliefs/actions.
2nd Wavers: 1830-Present [peak in 1968] came to increase Earth's vibe
2nd Wavers: 1830-Present [peak in 1968] came to increase Earth's vibe
This short story changed my life!! #NewGoldenAge
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death.
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death.
The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked.
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked.
