A one month break, at first, sounded sweet, but rapidly became my own undoing: I'm getting stupider. I sleep, often, past three in the afternoon. I watch crap television while awake. I eat junk food almost constantly. What little reading I had been doing has since become none. I play pool, on average, three hours a day at PB&Js'. I did go to the art museum, once, but followed it up with a two-hour nap and a Chipotle burrito. I still haven't gotten a haircut.
Don't laugh. This isn't funny. This depressing routine is what my life has become.
Peace.
-Todd
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