Paradox. I can't believe I volunteered for this. Four months of absolute HELL is in front of me, and it is implied it ends. I don't know how. Will I still be here? I am such a was now. What is before me used to be a vacation, but I ain't what I used to be. Half the man I never was, ya know?
Oh well. I gotta do what I gotta do to get to where I'm going. And the time is gettin' near destination unknown.
Will I then stay to heal this pile of crap as something different from what I am today, or move on. I'd rather move on, but that's not my decision either, is it?
YES, I REMEMBER WHO I'M WORKING FOR!
