The best part of each day, at least for this period, is going home. Oh, what joy I felt when I saw the time approaching as the day wanes.
I can't stand this any longer! 10 weeks and 3 days to go, damn it! Why? Tell me why must the days pass so slowly?
This is only the second day and I am falling asleep because of the stupid, monotonous work. This is the second day that I'm writing on the cards, all day.
It doesn't help that my wounded feet are torturing me. This is the first time that something that grievous happened to me.
