I'm so damn tired, but I think I can go the distance. Another 8 hours and then I'll be able to slip off into unconciousness. Sadly, this must be the 100th time I've tried 're-aligning' my sleeping. I hate it.
Both Sunny and myself went up a level - the grading was successful! For roughly a year and a half of training, I feel we're coming along fairly decent. Granted, I doubt either of us will be grading in December. Too soon, with far too many things to work on.
It has occured to me that I haven't seen any of my friends for around a month now! OK, I see Sunny all the time, but he doesn't count, since I secretly hate the bastard and do not consider him to be a friend. Has everybody been to busy or are you all plotting my demise? If it's the latter, then I understand completely - imagine how awkward it would be to plan my death while I'm around!
Speaking of stocktaking, has anybody seen my golf shoes? I can not for the life of me remember where I left them. Look, another exclamation mark!