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waxing philisophical
Ahhh, I love Sundays, though not as much as Saturdays. At least with a Saturday you can stay up all hours and not have to worry about getting up at an ungodly hour.
Sigh
Oh, well. Tomorrow is the start of the inventories, and that should be a long and hellish process. I miss the good old days of simply going to work, getting the job done, and then being able to go home afterword, without having to worry if you shall get to bed at a decsent hour.
Ke sora sora. I joined, and it really isn't too bad. Just very exauhsting. But it does give great experiance to write into my stories. I mean, now I can thouroughly understand what it is like to be cold, tired, wet, hungry and just downright miserable. I never would have gotten that experiance anywhere else, and it has made me a stronger person for it.
And I have also learned the value of true friendship, which also allows me an insight into the characters. I have been far away from home, in a foreign land, where everything is strange and new and frightening sometimes. And without the aid of my friends I don't think I would have made it.
So, be looking for a story shortly that tries to cover that basis, though in all honesty, unless you have been there in the mud on a freezing night with nothing to do and very little sleep, it is hard to fully understand how even the smallest things can keep you entertained and bring you closer. Like the one time about twenty of us sat watching for litterally an hour without a word as one of the guys tried to flick a cigarette into his mouth from his hand. An hour. Without a word. We were spellbound.
So, until later.
Sigh
Oh, well. Tomorrow is the start of the inventories, and that should be a long and hellish process. I miss the good old days of simply going to work, getting the job done, and then being able to go home afterword, without having to worry if you shall get to bed at a decsent hour.
Ke sora sora. I joined, and it really isn't too bad. Just very exauhsting. But it does give great experiance to write into my stories. I mean, now I can thouroughly understand what it is like to be cold, tired, wet, hungry and just downright miserable. I never would have gotten that experiance anywhere else, and it has made me a stronger person for it.
And I have also learned the value of true friendship, which also allows me an insight into the characters. I have been far away from home, in a foreign land, where everything is strange and new and frightening sometimes. And without the aid of my friends I don't think I would have made it.
So, be looking for a story shortly that tries to cover that basis, though in all honesty, unless you have been there in the mud on a freezing night with nothing to do and very little sleep, it is hard to fully understand how even the smallest things can keep you entertained and bring you closer. Like the one time about twenty of us sat watching for litterally an hour without a word as one of the guys tried to flick a cigarette into his mouth from his hand. An hour. Without a word. We were spellbound.
So, until later.