It was hard to tell whether it was more exhausting having the bad thoughts, or knowing how dumb the bad thoughts were.

She was finding, the older she got, the more she had thoughts that were not entirely catastrophic in nature. She didn't put much stock in them, yet, but it was a pleasant change of pace. She could have so much fun, if she tried. She was going to try.

It's sugar that we want. We want the soft and supple sweetness. We want those tiny dissolvable bodies. We want enough of it to rot our teeth away. We want every cell to bloat with energy, we want all the dopamine released at once. And, yes, of course, such a fierce want will cause suffering. If the price paid to indulge this hunger seems high,