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I seem absolutely incapable of having cereal & orange juice for breakfast. I thought, for sure, I was going to do it this morning, but at the last minute I went to the Pop-Tarts again and popped open another Coke. Only a return of a bad case of acid reflux is likely to get me back on the straight & narrow. I feel so low and so near the end, I cannot deny myself a sweet treat or a cheap thrill.

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Arthudo is away for another two-day stay with Kay. I was hoping to find a movie with which to enjoy the evening, but it's a lot harder for a movie or show to strike my fancy these days. I cannot get worked up over the romances and dramas of good-looking white people, nor do I really care if James Bond saves the world or not. I am more than content to eat my dinner watching a chess video or enjoying an audiobook.