So, I think I can officially say that the notion of joining the Civil Defense has sunk in. Its a strange combination of surreal, mixed with a tinge of fear, and complete and utter terror that I’ll look bad in the uniform of the SCDF. Oh yeah and the fact that after a week in basic, I’ll probably keel over and die. Literally, keel over, die… keeeeelllll, DIIIIEEE. Yes. I’m developing a flair for the dramatic, how sad. Living alone can do that to you. Hell, living alone can make you develop a love for the small things, the smell of the breeze, the taste of the water, the weird squelching sound you make when you slide around the sofa and yes, you even begin to think that this particular extended description is overused to the point of cliche isn’t even that sad! And reading that last line makes me think that I’m also losing my ability to write clearly and concisely. Exactly what Mr House keeps warning against. Oh yes, I’m screwed.
For those of you wondering, I’ve not been drinking (to drink alone that’d be sad), I’m not amped up on Meth, and no, the painkillers are just for the dull ache in my heart. Love Y’all!