At 11am I was confronted and inspired in equal measure...by 4.15 I was ready to gnaw my arm off at the shoulder I was so frustrated and bored...8pm saw me elated - we had finished our first rating of a service...fine job all round...
At 8.02pm I started drinking gin because I realised that I have to stay here...in this place with the busted fly wire and the no air-conditioning and the fans that you couldn't find the switches for and the mozzies as big as magpies...and do it all over again for another 2.5 days...
(Brittany Curry was right...I should have brought cigarettes...)
Help me please...somebody...Rick?
Help me...
“How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be as ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
