Days are going by quickly. I'm progressing towards my goals, but I'm not where I want to be.
Half way finished with my book, so I'm on pace to finish next week. Seems depressing that I can't read faster, but my brain doesn't absorb 18th century thoughts as well as I'd like.
Seriously disturbed that I have no recollection of anything I've read thus far.
If I hadn't the goal to write daily, I'd try to read all day and refrain from being online. I need to find my happy zone to balance my desires and needs accordingly, for I'm still wasting time in that I go about my day inefficiently. Excuses, excuses, excuses...
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