When the mind goes into "clothing drive" mode grab the johnson and whistle a happy tune. It's a distraction from "there's a hot roast beef in there" because other things are more prominent.

That doesn't mean we're focusing on the prominent - - just trying to get reinstated in the game of L I F E. Prominent are:
snoozing kickstand
gnarly hands
no 'gasms
chews are highlights
bed=jizz sleep
various & sundry things of that nature

It's 3:30 and today has NO deliverables so I'm keying in the dark and not sure what to say. No self-pity here and the parts still not working seem to be getting smaller, so rejoice a little. Buck 9 today and that morning cup o'deliciousness is an hour or two from happening so say seybone.

Working with the proper tool is so proper when it's swinging so here's to preparation for seamless docking. There's no reason why to shift back into denied anxiety now that denial left town. This is the way it's supposed to feel when illness hitches a ride and cherchez le fixes has added some latitude on the attitude instead of plowing it under. Can you spell what's next?