As my hands are flying all over the keyboard to do up this quiet expression of a blog post, my attention is more towards my hands itself then on this often - unwritten and oh - so - simple combination of mental and physical energy to take it's place on one of the many pages of this virtual diary that is mine.

If anyone is wondering why, that is because these same hands are now a mass of dead skin cells. It's not exactly a very pretty sight so one will most likely lose their digestive system [ and then some ] should I decide to post up a picture. And it's not just my hands but my feet that is infected as well. Lols.

I believe a visit to my camp's medical officer will pretty much be the order of the day tomorrow.

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This little phrase has been going round my head for the past few hours so I guess that makes it of some mention on this blog.

People sleep peacefully while rough men stand ready to do violence on their part.

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OMGWTFBBQ.



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