Another lawn mower blown to hell. 
Yeah, mowing the lawn was pain in the ass, but I got used to mowing that acre of so of lawn by hand. My grandmother had me on everything in her yard, and I learned
I can do it out of shape. I learned about this desire to suceed, now I am doing it with my house, because it aggravates me. Its never enough cleaning, and I spend all day, not eating lunch till 3 pm. It disgusting in there, and I just don't feel the need to clean it all up. I do it by accident, because at the same time its aggravating to do on a conscious level. Its preconscious, because I have habituated to the stress, and I stop breathing. Its making me sick, but I know that fact now, and I am happy for it. I am still able to workout 3 0r 4 times a day with that hypoxia though, but now that I am aware of it, its just fuckn easier. Hypoxia has taught me so much, by dx myself, I had to review things I already learned. I reviewed the concept of how intellegent I am to. Now that I know it was happening, it feels like hell, Its too hard to imagine it all again. Hypoxia is eatting away my desire, and me, but I found it, so I am safe now. All my lack of air must have helped the lawn mower blow up
