Monday, 13 December 2010

Journal: 112.12.13

I... feel much better now.

Actually, I feel like shit. But, well, I'm alive. That's a start. And a miracle.

The Tea Maker. I went and put myself through the fucking Tea Maker ceremony. I can't believe I did that. I really wasn't thinking straight.

It's only been a couple of hours since I came to. I wasn't even in a medical bay or anything. Nobody had found me. I didn't receive medical intervention. I hadn't moved an inch from the spot where I lost consciousness.

I survived. I sat the Tea Maker and I survived.

Thank you, my ancestors. Everything's clearer now.

I guess I'd better answer some of these messages. People are worried sick about me.

Save. End.

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