Am I dying or is this just a dream?

Just kidding. I'm not dying but I'm pretty close to going insane from my headache and running nose. As a matter of fact, I really can't even type this right now because I'm in a lot of pain. What the hell? I've been sick ever since I went to Coastal Carolina University. What is that saying about my fucking college career? But enough with the negative thoughts. I"m having a wonderful day and everything is working out for me. I intend for one million dollars to come into my life and the lives of everyone who holds this intention. I just want to make a mint and get out of this place. Just retire on some island somewhere where I can do whatever I want and go wherever I need to go. Why don't people just get off my back so I can just get everything done I need some sort of money-making machine, like Intra-Linux, which didn't make any fucking sense anyway. It was this thing I almost signed up for and the tagline was: "Make money, do nothing." And I was thinking, "How the hell is that even possible." It's easy, they force you to pay a 30- 100 dollar monthly fee and somehow the wealth gets distributed in such a way that you make like a little bit of money a month. I'm tired of trading my time for money. Fuck that logic. I'm going to get my income automated and my life experientated. If that's even a word. Who cares? Gracias por fucking favor. Or something of that magnitude. Aight peaceout until the cows come home (around five or so).