Hell week commences. It's a war from here on. And no one's calling a truce till 28 november. With caffeine in the left hand and stationery in the right, I trudge on through the night. As they say, with each day that passes is a day closer to the end. Soldier on.
No trooper holds out in battle without ammunition. Damn you stabilo highlighter, don't you die on me now.
2:17 AM