Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Having endured 2.5 + 2.5 hours of intensive practice, soaked in the incessant rains, enjoyed an invigorating shower and a scrumptious dinner, and having watched half of a movie (Monty Python and the Life of Brian) that I have been waiting for with bated breath, here I am. With a weary body that aches with each slight movement. Numb legs whose presence I am faintly aware of.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, forgive me in case u witness any sort of lapse in my thought progression. It is purely (undoubtedly) unintentional.
[The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of 
Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fe..
Ah, sorry for that; a minor disturbance, I say. Sometimes it gets on to your nerves. It is just plain frustrating to see people leaving for their sweet home and you are stuck in this unending routine (read horrendous, mind-numbing, body-deadening Chinese room-level torture).
If you have read this far, not yet stoned AND still alive, you can choose either the red pill or the blue pill. The rest, as they say, will be history.
P.S. I had/have no intention of torturing anyone.
P.S.S. If this post seems too arbit, it's not my fault.
P.S.S.S Where am I?
