I don’t know how a 20 year old could keep up with my pace. I certainly know this pace is too much for me. Injections, creams, pills…. I feel like a guinea pig at times. And a puppet at other times. I’m really too tired to get a grip on everything that’s going on at all times. Drink this, eat this, say that, remember this. Smile, wave, act personable, be here, be there, avoid him, avoid her.
I want to be President. I’m playing the good part. I’m trying. I’m succeeding. It hardly shows that I’m barely hanging on by a thread. Sure, sometimes I need help up the stairs or someone to hold me up on stage… But the pace of this is tough. Sure, I take a few days off a week. I don’t talk to media or answer questions. I rarely go on news shows. It’s still a lot. I rested after my economic policy speech (which everyone loved) and I think I’ll probably take it easy the next 3-4 days.
The Donald? I don’t know how he does it. It’s like he is always going, always at rally and speeches. He’s older than me. He must have better drugs than I do.
President of the US — I’m expecting an easy job. Obama played golf like 1000 times in office. I can just rest, relax. Answer a few questions here and there. A few dinners and trips. The President is a lofty title, but really doesn’t need to do much. I won’t have a boss… I’m only planning on one term…
More later.