SOS 27 February 2014
The YMCA is next door to where I work, so it's lunchtime; I'll walk over and see how much the monthly fee is. My head is telling me not to spend the money because I'm going to fail. But, that doesn't have to be true. I haven't died yet from not smoking. That's all I can think about--not a thing else is in my head. Except how my body is being pulled, like gravity, to a certain direction.
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