Morning One: 22-05-03 About 6 a.m.
Got up, made coffee and went evil and had a smoke. I've really got to get out of that habit.
I don't feel bad, mornings are just bad, but I do feel as though my breathing is a little forced as I feel the need to breath from my mouth, like I need some more air. Then again, morning, start of day is always ruff.
Almost forgot small details. I took my meds, only have one 6am and got started on my faucets & mining. Even the heart tells me I got to get something done before my day really seems to start at 9 a.m. when the next round of meds kicks in. See you then

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