So. I had to really genuinely force myself out tonight. I had phantom pains all over my body and was exhausted and just not in a great place. Ended up smashing it, as per. Very long story short I ran 10k tonight and have very much exorcised and exercised those smelly old demons. FUCK YOU, DEMONS. Stupid demons. But they are firmly back under lock and key, and my mind palace is veritably gleaming. You could eat your dinner off that. Here. Have some of my mind spaghetti. Absolutely safe. My mind floors are totally sterilised. Also sorry for making you eat spaghetti off the floor of my mind. You can have a bowl if you want. X