Things felt slightly better. The Year of the White Metal Tiger was a daydream melting away. Then Gwen quietly informed me that it was time for a relationship talk.

Tonight I will do data entry for the Democratic party; atonement for allowing my privilege to cause me to ignore the midterm elections. The enormity of the government's cold-cocking is just now being felt. I know the painful experience.

Tonight I will feel my internal progress. I am aware of my neuroses. I am able to discern my rights and wrongs. I am slightly (very slightly) improved.

No more cheating to win. No more sloth. No more self-deception. My weak, cowardly soul sighs from the notion of spiritual exhaustion.