First light with an empty water bottle. Dreams about trucks burning to the ground and a cabin in the woods. I did the twenty push-ups like I said I would, but I don’t feel like running.
The dog seems to be maintaining, but there is definitely atrophy in his face. The table in the dining room is finished, but the chairs look out of place.
Turn the tv lights on and burn a stick of incense. There’s a race coming up and a medical procedure that will likely leave you sick. Watch the tape. Make a plan. Reduce the number of words to half and keep walking. You’re failing if you’re not winning and you can always get up earlier.
Stop making excuses. Get the fucking work done. You know the rules.