The ability for a body to get accustomed to things is just mind-blowing. If you ever watch things like The Pacific, y'wonder how a body can fall asleep when people're trying to kill them and bombs're going off. And yet they do.
Got another letter and it looks like I'm off to court yet again. While I've won or settled pretty much alla these things, it's still nerve-wracking.
And yet, y'get used to it a little, somehow.
On another point, should just never check my mailbox. Nuthin good ever comes by post, 'cept maybe my subscription to The Economist.
Wonder if they ship rum via mail.
Started fencing and wrestling again and left my keys at the westling place. Hadta run back downtown to get them. That wasn't the bad part.
Me: Where're my keys?
Music: Scared of losin' all the time He wrote it in a letter
YASYCTAI: Get up and do it again. It's all about the @#$@# getting up. (60 mins/2 pts)