Nov 16, 2005 13:25
I still don't fucking get it.
It's like my body can't fucking decide whether it wants to stay alive or not. I don't even know how I stayed alive so long after we got shot back here, and didn't even notice. I guess our armor is just that good. I'm gonna have to get used to shit like sleeping and showering again. It was kinda nice never having to do any of that, except life got boring pretty damn fast. Well, now I get to be bored in a whole new way. Well, not so new. But whatever.
...It's gonna be weird around Caboose now, isn't it? This is why I don't fucking want help. When I'm weak, I have to fucking think. I'm sick of thinking.