Respawn in 3 hours

This is my longest MC stretch in my lifetime seriously. And I return to camp in about 3 hours or so. Re-spawning to my blue beloved double decked bed and waking up at 530 in the morning. I really don't feel very happy about it. besides, the whole entire today was spent feeling so blue about returning to camp and NSF lifestyle. Because I don't get to sleep in every single day and sleep whenever i want to. I had a true holiday for about the last 2 weeks or so, minus the disease and it's implications but still, Freedom, is a very much sought after thing, in the lives of servicemen like me.

I like reading my older posts (like say several months back) to make myself feel happier. Because October is better than September and September better than August and so on. I've been including countdown notes at the end of some posts here and there! And it makes me feel so "oh hey, that was then, and now it's only half the time left!". it makes me happy.

To be honest, my eyes aren't fully recovered yet. But extending my MC by one day is quite troublesome. I really should be going back to camp. I am afraid I become an MC addict. Because once you keep extending, you never want to go back. Subconsciously, one would keep finding problems with himself. Like, when there's a small slight hint of a headache, one would be "maybe I can see the doctor to see what he can give me". Or something along those lines. it's unhealthy. its just better to go back, and re-absorb that "Nsf mentality" that makes time pass faster in some ways. It's better to be facing the problem, then running away. Granted, civilian life is wonderful, but I still have to face this last four months and a half!

I haven't exercised in two weeks plus! that is so scary. No runs, no gym, not even statics. True, when I was down with HFMD I ate almost nothing for six or seven days but the next week after that I feel as if I consume food without second thought, and no matter how unhealthy it was-I just HAD to eat them all. Maybe this is why I am feeling all restless and slow, and sluggish. Maybe life in camp will rejuvenate me in a certain special way. And maybe in all that meaninglessness, I find some meaning. (or I'll just swim along with that sludge of meaninglessness and let time pass just like that).

C'mon. Time will fly.