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Energy Evaporation

13How do I help you to help me? I want you to be successful. God knows that I do. The last thing that I want is drama. I am way too ill for drama. It sucks up way too much energy. .

It was suggested that I write up instructions to help facilitate this. Trust me, I have tried. Not tried, as in thought about it. Tried, as in, I've  written up step-by-step instructions using the Tobii SonoKey, only to have them disappear.  So, write them up again. Right? At great expense to my energy and patience and time. Only to discover them wiped out or overwritten, again. And still, sometimes, again.

For those of you who have accused me of not having patience, you have no idea the vast amount of patience that I have.

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