My schedule of eating has strayed from the once glorious patterns of Missoula. Mostly due to the imposition of Royal, and my brother’s willingness to eat out, the foodstuffs in my house have not been adequately replenished for weeks. My shits are variable, and mostly unacceptable. The days of smoking have slowly disappeared. I am feeling much better and my lungs are slowly gaining a glorious lining of mucous.
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