week 4
I would like to finish a book, a gradual accumulation of life and experiences. It would be so interesting, so intriguing, if I were to look back one day in my fifties.
I don't know why the hell am I typing this.
34 weeks to go. 34 weeks of mental training, grinding left. I like. I like torture in the mind. It's really fun. Yesterday we did area cleaning FOUR times before booking out. First inspection started at 1130, but we booked out at 1510.
Is this the only thing in my mind now? I feel as if I've been drained of life and vigor. I need to vivify myself. Water from a spurting spring, which used to form a rainbow, now rains and slaps the grey ground.
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