And I went up there, I said, “Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL.” And I started jumpin up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL,” and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL.” And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, “You’re our boy.”
Yeah, it’s been that kind of a week… Still feeling a bit like death, heading to the gym straightaway after work, maybe I can sweat this crap out of my system. If nothing else, I need to go burn off work. It’s making me positively insane right now, and I am going to be working at least part of my “day off” on Monday cause there is just so much going on.
Tomorrow, drinking and cooking. The fire extinguisher will be at the ready.
