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In 28 minutes, Day Eight Without The Inhaler begins.
That's right, my poor little lonely red inhaler has been sitting in my packpack, unused, for seven whole days. That, folks, is an all-time record. Even in Maryland and DC I was never able to go for more than six days without using it a single time.
And this, mind you, is in spite of the storms we had tonight, in spite of the stress of moving and the past couple of days, and in spite of cleaning out the horribly nasty air conditioner filter.
SEVEN DAYS.
I can scarce believe it.
Yeah, I think I like Little Rock.
That's right, my poor little lonely red inhaler has been sitting in my packpack, unused, for seven whole days. That, folks, is an all-time record. Even in Maryland and DC I was never able to go for more than six days without using it a single time.
And this, mind you, is in spite of the storms we had tonight, in spite of the stress of moving and the past couple of days, and in spite of cleaning out the horribly nasty air conditioner filter.
SEVEN DAYS.
I can scarce believe it.
Yeah, I think I like Little Rock.