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We live in uncertain times.
The most productive thing I've done today is mow the yard. I ran a 6:21 on my first mile today. I need to get to where that's not a big deal. I'm not even sure why I'm writing. No one reads this and most normal people have other people to talk to about their day.
I'm so mundane. I hate it. If I could bottle my self-hatred right now and sell it, I'd be a rich man (this makes no sense...as if people want to hate themselves).
I want to get deeply personal at the moment, but I'm afraid I'll type something I regret in my anger.