Sessions underway. History. Status. Plan.
Have to wait until next week to see M.D.
Saw this soon after; I'll be OK - I will.
Haven't been asked "How do you feel?" yet.
Out of tobacco. Good time to clamp down and quit.
Coffee not doing any good neither. Psychotropically.
And the torrid season has imposed itself...
wishing to be elsewhere doing no good a'tall.
OK. Played that out.
No, I do not need my mother!
I need to get my shit together.
Done it before, can do it again.
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