The idea is to scale to one.
Soon, I will overcome inertia.
In the meantime, I just have to roll with the punches.
Damn, the Dark Depression. I feel like smoking cigarettes. Manage to shake it off by eating crackers with honey and raisins.
By the look of it, I really stand alone.
I CAN NOT smoke. That is my arch-enemy. The minute I smoke, I will fall into the pitcher plant. I can only count my cessation beginning in 2024.
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