And so doth the end of the second week commeth on this day of virtue and woeful countenances. I'm sore as crap, covered in more bruises than ever, incredibly sunburned, exhausted, and brain dead. I'm sick of being around people. I just want to be left alone to do things on my own time without someone barking "UP ON 8!" or "AGAIN!". And that sun. Ooooh I hate that sun and the sweat and the longing for water that Sealy never gives.
Oh well. I'm too tired to type.
xx Marz
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