### Dreams 🧫 1. In the dream, my dad killed himself because he figured out the answer to the equation was = 0. I have no idea why. He was in the middle of calling me and then I witnessed through phone his suicide. I don’t remember crying in the dream, but I did notice Manang Lydia sort of sniffling but also smiling for some reason in the old kitchen, and I had a feeling of wanting to open the refrigerator for some food that was going to relieve whatever I had been feeling. I don’t know why I dreamt this dream. ### Morning Pages ⚜️ Update 9:05PM: Well, I took an impromptu slow day as I was beginning to run out of dopamine to power through my workout, only lasting 7 minutes. I didn’t drink preworkout—that’s one reason. I also didn’t feel activated by waiting 90 minutes before my first coffee. I fell asleep at around 6:00PM because of atomoxetine. I guess this adjustment period towards a more disciplined lifestyle will contain wrinkles too. I really didn’t want to slack off as I was on a roll! But now I see the value of recovery as I’m more like an elastic band at this point, only stretching too far before snapping back again as I’m wont to do. I hope this isn’t my last September 2025-like streak.