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October 7, 2002
Life is good. I worked-out hard yesterday for the first time in awhile and the lactic acid build up is huge. My entire body is sore. There is nothing like it. Nothing I love more. It assures me I am going somewhere. Makes me feel like I am doing something. Tearing myself down to make myself more than I was. Bigger, faster, stronger.

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I fear this constant drive to improve myself may destroy my sanity. A few days ago I was hearing voices. My grandma was schizophrenic. I should’ve never messed around with hallucinogens.

Now off to alter my mind.