The panphobia sets in as I once again return to this real world that I have worked so arduously to escape. I fear the comfort and the lack of surprise. I fear the unexpected and the predictable. Excitedly skipping away from my job interview, cigarette pressed between my lips and copious amounts of sweat running from my scalp to my socks I think to myself how a cheeseburger can make this all go away.
I ate one.
It didn't work.

I will not be discouraged. In fact quite the contrary I believe. I will watch several episodes of "no reservations" with Anthony Bourdain, catch up on my Conan O'Brien and drink me some cold cold water.

"Training" starts tomorrow. Ah being crammed into a white air conditioned room with about 20 norms.

It begins.


Much love,


Zark