By some miracle, you set aside a day to tackle that project
you cant seem to finish in the office. You close the door, boot up
your laptop, open the right file and . . . five minutes later catch
yourself thinking about dinner. By 10 a.m., youre staring at the
wall, even squinting at it between your fingertips. Is this day 50
hours long? Soon, you fall into a light, unsatisfying sleep and
awake dizzy or with a pounding headache; all your limbs feel
weighed down. At which point, most likely around noon, you commit a
fatal error: leaving the room. Ill just garden for a bit, you tell
yourself, or do a little charity work. Hmmm, I wonder if my friend
Gregory is around?
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