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:: the speed of pain ::
I've been so horribly sick since three or four days ago. I'm not quite sure how it started but a good guess may be from lack of sleep, since one night i'm out with Jon, Kavan and Heng drinking - and the next morning til noon i'm busy fiddling with three computers at home. The fever snowballed to a point on Tuesday morning where i woke up and i'm drenched in my own sweat - and this concussing headache just smothers me. I try to get up and i realize that my motor skills have actually been affected. No joke. I was thinking so many things but moving so much slower than i usually did. Oh on a later part, i couldn't even hold proper conversation with my 2nd brother. I kept answering much slower and found out that i wasn't thinking as fast as i usually did. That fucking scared me. I think it's the first time in my life that i ever harboured thoughts of dying from a fever. Had to revisit the clinic because i needed another MC and a stronger dose of meds - but yes i'm feeling way better now. Been nursing myself with a healthy dose of oats and Company of Heroes, too. Haha. Some of you might think me crazy but truth be told, i kind of miss conventional training. I miss that one time we operated as a platoon. I think it was one of our very first training exercises with LTA Kavan. We were practising impromptu contact drills and my section had one where we had to conduct a rear movement. I miss that feeling of control under pressure. I miss the sounds around me and i miss knowing that my men and i were always in tune in the fight and that for just that one moment - we were truly a section. I always zoom in to the maximum everytime a section gets contacted in CoH haha. It's fucking interesting to see how the AI makes your troopers bound for cover and crawl into the nearest crater or struggle to keep low. I think the next thing i need is a portable hard drive. So i'll probably get that along with the DVD burner since a relatively good one shouldn't cost above a 100. Mweh. _ spoken. at 6:11 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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