I have soaked up every ounce of strength I have, for tomorrow.
It's funny...seems as though I do that for every day. Will the strength start diminishing?
I can't give up hope now, when I'm so close to a break. The monotony is fading, somewhat. But the oddities grow in number daily, and I'm not sure as though I can take it much longer.
Ah, well. I'm hungry.
Off I go.