31 Jan 4704 Dog - One Hundred-Four
I decided to keep track of my fading in and out tonight, and the final count came to one-hundred and four.
It was eighty-seven before halftime, and I was glad to learn that a good deal of my ennui left along with the guy sitting next to me,
who had been complaining of jet lag.
I am also slowly learning how to wear out my welcome absolutely everywhere.
In a few more days I'll be faced with the same important decisions as every time for the last few days, and more and more I
will be in a bad way to make decisions. As in Tactics Ogre, Knight of Lodis, choosing not to decide is still a decision.