NYC is an exciting place but sometimes your life here is akin to running on a treadmill with the trainer raising the speed or grade. Or perhaps it's like doing the hula hoop and you can't stop. I'm feeling like crap because I haven't worked out in 3 weeks, I eat food that is only fattening and I've consumed more alcohol than coffee. I can only look at my calendar and remember 2 days out because I'm here and there, doing this and that and by the weeks end I don't feel like I accomplished too much nor improved anybody's life but instead I've reached the weekend in one piece. The other problem with NYC is that it's easy to let your old vices return or accelerate them and recently, I haven't been too proud of a couple things which bother the heck out of me. It's easy to let things go or slide in NYC, but what goes around does come around which is rather scary. I just need to get past Thanksgiving and hope for a newer beginning.
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whoa. did you write this during your phone conference? i think i know what you're referring to here, but then i begin to think you're talking about something else... ack, my head hurts. you have too many addictions. me? one. oh wait, make that two. and i've indulged in both today.
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