Laundry needs to be done.
I don't care how rotten I feel, I am doing my workout.
Cheeseburger for lunch. Maybe I'll do French fries, too, and a couple of chocolate chip cookies.
Read. I'm going to read. Because I enjoy it.
Okay, I'll pull out the project I need to work on. I don't know if I'll actually do anything, but I'll at least pretend like I'm doing something about it.
I'm out of my mind.
Perhaps no real progress will be made, but if I don't find myself slipping backward, I'll consider it a successful day.
It's only Monday...

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