I'm sending the wrong message out to the universe. Will no longer catalogue my depressions with excruciating detail. Have a code. Black dog comes to mind. But that was Winston's. Dreaded playing the board game, Shoots and Ladders, as a kid. Hated sliding down the shoot. That's my code. I've slid further down the shoot. Two med changes. Optomistic I'll go up the ladder.
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