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Man, tomorrow? Training again. I think I am up to it, But must admit that I do not relish the proposition so much. It's the being judged, I think. Makes a man paranoid. Even when it's easy stuff.

Man, my brain is trying to think something but it just ain't happening. The icebergs are not yet collided, so I got this low-grade headache going on... it's like when you eat but one chicken leg too much and your belly doesn't actually -hurt-, but you wish there was a little less in there. Gonna have to do some digesting.

... actually, I think I'm gonna go do some actual digesting, to facilitate the mental digesting.