Every delay is a screeching halt. Every hour my mind unspools aimlessly requires several more simply to reel it back in. The gains are minimal and the losses monumental. That must mean I’m onto something good.
Every delay is a screeching halt. Every hour my mind unspools aimlessly requires several more simply to reel it back in. The gains are minimal and the losses monumental. That must mean I’m onto something good.