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This morning was one of those mornings.
I stepped on the scale, like I do every morning, and it showed a number .8 pound less than yesterday, that is like 400 grams, and my thought, my commentary, my meaning was: I’ll be a svelte thin corpse. Yaay for me!
My work is hopeless, I think. Continue reading “Some mornings I wake up fully and wholly hopeless.”
