I write out of inspiration. Right now, there is none, even if I want to write.
So I just ramble. What is a good point to start? I may ramble about going the extra mile. I have been lagging behind in this area. I should just eat and sleep. I have no will for anything else.
I might as well be dead. That is how dire my situation is. I am not being productive. The weather had been hot and humid. Tomorrow I start fresh. I'll do the Mall Walk. The key is in moving. I had not been moving much. I am a sloth.
What is happening to me? Why am I such a sloth? This cannot be. I have to fight inertia no matter what. I have to be thin, even if I cannot quit smoking.
I am sucked into the pitcher plant and I am slowly drowning in the pod. I have to fight inertia no matter what. I have to sa[m]e (save) me from myself.
I prevail.
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