I feared that 12/7 was going to be a very dark day, but driving 200 miles on a bed of ice really doesn't give you much time to reflect on shit. Last night was a subconscious effort to sustain the suppression. I had planned on working out, almost to the point of passing out, in a more masochistic than narcissistic way. Plans changed as I was, in a
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