13.01.13

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There are things to be said, I suppose, for that buzzless sober Saturday night in.

This is how good I felt this morning: I got on the treadmill. I hardly ever do two days in a row, and I did do a session yesterday. I actually felt like it.

As for being clear-headed, it doesn’t actually equate to feeling like spilling my guts. You can’t win ’em all.

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