I'm a liar. I can't stay away when I'm feeling good. It's so easy to bitch, moan ASU, but getting to tap into the fun part of my fragmented chemically stability is the mirror image. Heaven and hell fusion like the bliss of being too drunk to stand and feeling gravity pull your eyes to slumber as your heart and lungs radiate heat and all else is numb and spinning. Running a 20k through the streets/hills of Wheeling doesn't compare, but it has elements of ecstasy once you complete the damn thing. I had a nap extended beyond norm, so this isn't deprivation of sleep, yet. Hours accum seem better quality than hours straight....
AW we shall see how Tuesday fares, soon enough, eh?
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