Smashed my finger today, rough day. Physical exertion and hurdles. Had one beer at the end of it. Don’t feel like I need to count a rosary or turn in a chip. It’s one. Hate finger ouchies. I am a mentally sound person. Rough day, had a beer. Just the one, confess to diary, move on.
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