I was going to pound the pavements today but waking up at 6am with a aching left arm pretty much discouraged whatever thoughts I had on the matter. It's a little tiring but I start enjoying myself a lot more these days, the entire sense of accomplishment once I'm done is immense.

The week in camp has been exhausting to say the least, response training really does soak up all your energy running up and down and trying to keep your head while in the Suit Of Stupidity, which gives you +50 to protection but -120 to IQ. And there's -gasp- three more weeks of it before I get to pass out! (Though I might just pass out one day in the heat-trapping suits :P)

I'll just take it a week at a time lah, slowly and easily. At least I have the driving course (+1 month of stayout during it!) to look forward to.

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I've been reading Natsuo Kirino's Grotesque in camp. I wanted to get Out but I couldn't find it at the library and I couldn't bear to part with $25 at Kino (since I'm running on low this month). Somehow it strikes me that Japanese literature tends to put a greater emphasis on characterisation and studies. It's not so much the plot that really matters as it is the way they dissect their characters and make them so different. You'll never get a run of the mill boring character probably, it's just layered so beautifully.

I should get more of those books.