Don't slip. Things have been going so well. Get one of those sticky non-slip mats for the shower, and take the banana peels directly to the trash.
Old habits die hard. I can't be late to rehearsal tomorrow. I won't.
And no unwashed dishes in the sink this time tomorrow.
And don't lose revision momentum.
And DON'T, I repeat, do not lie to yourself.
Wait. How am I supposed to know if I'm lying to myself. Isn't the whole point of lying to be deceptive?
And don't obsess. About any of those things.
But you just said to . . .
Well, obsess a little, but only just the right amount.
What's the right am --
Go to sleep, Rachel. Sleep. And be a better person in the morning.
Define better.
Well, better in the sense that . . . you know, that you would . . . just, you know, not be so caught up in . . . I'm tired. Would you just go to bed?
Bed. Bed is nice. True fact.
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