Strange memories in
retrospect, looking back on this day. I cant really say what happened today was interesting. In fact, I cant even say
what happened really happened.
Since my last daylog I have made my way back to the Frozen North which I had come to sorely miss during my stay in the city. Of course, my homecoming has not been all roses and parades. The instant I returned I was thrown into twelve hour days of training that I honestly do not require. Still, attendance is mandatory, and so I drag my sorry carcass out of bed each morning in order to make eight o'clock breakfast.
Today was the beginning of a decline in my schedule. I was able to spend my afternoon shopping for groceries and attempting to piece together the remains of my room.
Topnight was spent drinking too many martinis and gin and tonics while watching The Cell (mediocre) and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (one of my favorite books, movies, directors, etc.). After the movies I wandered into the bathroom and made faces into the mirror, scaring myself with the visual savagery I could summon at will. I felt just like I used to in old nightmares as a kid when I knew something was behind me, letting out a drawn-out scream as my whole world dissolved into red heat. I'm afraid to go to sleep now.
Once my wheels find their pre-determined ruts and life once again settles into its precious little groove, I’m sure Ill be better of than I am now. Alcohol doesn’t help much either. I should know that by now.