See how we run like pigs from a gun, see how we fly

As all foot soldiers have known for thousands of years,
there's nothing noble about dying.
Only an irritating finality

Written in reversed chronological order through the day:

- Slept well, the sleep of the dead.
- Finally gone to rest at 3am
- Exhausted, but for the first time feels truly alive today.
- Went for a 10km run. Finished in 1hr 2mins. Accelerated metabolism caused effects of alcohol to end much earlier than it normally would.
- Curious to attempt running under the influence of alcohol
- Reached home at 12:40am
- Lots of booze, rather high.
- Potluck at Momo's place (with Tans and Foo family). Received nutrition and mental comfort. Morale somewhat restored.
- After 1hr 40mins trip, arrived at Ghim Moh looking like a zombie.
- Embarked on the long trip to Momo's place. Completely, mentally "zoned-out" from the long day, and the mind-numbing inefficiency of our public transport systems. No longer felt hunger or fatique, just numbed.
- Felt the need to catch up on training, did a rushed 40x6 dips routine before shower.
- No time left for any of the house work I had intended to do.
- Finally reached home at 6.30pm, mind totally numbed.
- Took 1hr+ just to reach home after Raj dropped me from Defu Lane.
- At a coffeeshop with Raj, hungry but only consumed soup because dinner time was near.
- Left office approx. 3.30pm. Been working non-stop for 7hrs. Missed lunch, fatigued, hungry, hands shaking, body trembling, extremely sour mood, less capable of rational thoughts.
- Skipped canteen breakfast to start work early. Expect difficult day since only me and Raj working.
- Revived at 6.30am

THE BEATLES - I AM THE WALRUS