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I’ve been meaning to write something about this for a while (9 days, to be precise), but other things like working and cooking and eating and sleeping kept on demanding my attention, the selfish bastards. But finally I find myself with half an hour or so of free time before I must enter the land of nod. I’m showered, my phone’s on the charger, and a cup of decaf English Breakfast sits on my bedside table. What better conditions could there be for writing about my feelings of CONSTANT, NEVERENDING WANT? Continue reading “I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.”