Day 0265

If I wasn't so stubborn and arrogant I'd take measurements when I'm doing a copy and save myself the infinite anguish of repeated erasures and endless corrections.

Put the meat-sack through ten thousand paces in the garden to prevent my mind from going mad. It's taken me 27 years to apprehend the reality that my wellbeing is tied to my body, which I never usually think about. Enforced daily movement and exercise is a necessity not an option for me. It's like having a child, I have to consciously train myself to do things that are good for me. My natural instincts are more or less self destructive: to sit around all day, to procrastinate or to work until late in the night.