the fallen french.

i wasn't pleased to watch the replay. bloody wilkinson.

if you were to put a gun to my head (assuming it's loaded of course) and told me to study, i figure i'd try and take the gun from you before i even start to read the first words in my notes.

the situation is getting desperate and i really don't know what the hell am i doing. today will be another experimental day and it had so better be a success. or at least let me get some work done.

i'm getting less fit and i've had to resort to drinking warm water to keep myself in reasonable shape (ie not dying).

this is what they call living hell.

navy seals ftw!~