Just because you couldn't do it then doesn't mean you can't do it now. Take chuck for example. Always in a book. Always sending something small. But when push came to shove it didn't go anywhere. No, of a sudden it was left south side near the body centered cubic in the scandinavian section. Löfgren maybe. Maybe not. So again. Nothing happened that time. Neither did your forty third shot. Or even the next twenty nine pulls. So has anything changed? Not so much. At least not in a functional direction. Too much juice? Not enough air? That's usually the way things go after running for a severy miles in the bush. Like trying to get sixteen all by yourself. Likely those assumptions are correct. But sometimes I just have a feeling that all things need a rest. Even your couch. Please your couch. Let tomorrow have a shot at something. Just don't point it at your face while troubleshooting; getting things working just isn't the same. Even if the words are.
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