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Morning.

Mornings are a very dangerous time. At least, that's what I've found. For me a simple poor morning choice or two can decide the quality and satisfaction of the rest of the day. It's nuts, but it's been hard to counteract so far.

I'm sure this is in my top three most redundant and boring post topics, but alas it's what's on my mind today. I'll try to post about something more interesting later on--you know, like, about plants or something.

I'll focus on days off since they're the most dramatic example, and today we're not interested in the ordinary. So, whether I end up spending a day doing laundry and working out and other gratifying things/chores or whether I waste it sleeping and masturbating and internetting mindlessly seems to come down to what commitments I make in the AM hours.

Like, today, I slept in a bit, sure, but then I decided to do things. Like blog and check on bills and drink coffee and workout. Likely I'll continue with similarly responsible/actionable things for much of the day. As it stands (er, sits), I don't much see myself crawling back into bed for a nap or pullin' up some pr0noes for a "quick" wank.

On other days, I might even tell myself I want to do important things, but instead somehow end up sleeping extra or jerking it. It's only supposed to be a bit, only a short diversion, but it ends up consuming hours of my day and derailing my motivation with guilt. Never a good way to start a day and all too often entirely ruinous.

But today. There's things to be done. Hm. But not much direction yet. As stated, I have some onliney things to work on--like this post and some bill tending-to. I also want to work out and do some basic chores like bedmaking. Eventually looking at apartments is on the agenda. Eventually.

I should get on with that.

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