The sky is flashing sporadically and ghosts are howling through the flapping curtains.
I can’t sleep even though I have to be up in 7 hours and a quarter and according to army terms, that’s just enough sleep. Speaking of which, reservice is in 2 weeks and I can’t wait for it to end/start. It’s going to be a culture shock and nostalgia in one sweaty, tiring package (gross) and perhaps I’m gonna be determined to do better / be disappointed at how far I’ve fallen in a year.
Down 4kg in 2 weeks, which is pretty surprising how I haven’t actually been sticking to a junk-free diet. Runs are still shit, but improving. I think?
I guess I’m rather grateful that the only reason why I was ceiling-staring just now wasn’t because of my mind going into overdrive, but because of how any sleep posture I adopted made my neck sore in another 3 places or so.
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