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Before the holiday season, stomach had shrunk to the perfect size that conveniently fit my schedule and budget. I still have yet to re-condition myself to such a state.

I've begin to factor parking tickets in to my annual expenses. They seem unavoidable and inescapable. They should play "I fought the law" in the waiting room at the DPT office. If the universe is balanced in any shape or form, traffic cops must have the worst karma ever, which probably makes them bigger dicks and in turn gives them worse karma. Such a harsh cycle, I'd feel sorry for them, but they're god-damned traffic cops.
I have more I wanted to put in this journal entry, but I am loosing steam. I'll update with the rest later.