It's starting to become a never-ending process towards enlightenment.
Every week I've only got 2 days worth of tries but every time 2 days will fly by ever so quickly.

And another thing that doesn't make sense is the amount of drive I'm compiling towards actually wanting to retake my A levels.

I use compiling instead of gaining because when I think back, it sure is pretty deliberate.

I am really, really determined.
But you take the word determined and change it into desperate and I'll start to contemplate my certainty onto which word best describes this issue.

At work I'm beginning to get the hang of things. The hang of this, new job.

I still think its ironic how I'm gaining even more responsibility after all the mistakes that I've done. And its even worse to think that I'm gonna have to police training standards and ensure everybody does things right.

Life is not just funny. It is fucking funny.

At night when I lie down in bed I think myself to sleep.

And in my pre-sleep thoughts I tend to subconsciously zoom out on the overall picture on what my life's become.

It puts a smile on my face. Not because I like the way it is right now.

But because the chain of chapters are exciting and I dare say dramatic even, when viewed upon by another party (I suppose).

And just as that imaginary single-digit-seconds counter heads towards zero in my head.

I manage a short "Okay. Pause. Tomorrow. All over again. Let's.. go..."

Then I close my eyes. Then I open. And I look forward to the day ahead.

A coherent voice, I believe can make two incoherent sentences seem like they're linked.

Words, heard verbally can make something extraordinary like this seem merely ordinary.

So then, if the only thing you have between two people are words and only words. Then something's definitely amiss. Right?