Fuck, I am so nervous I am dizzy.
I don't even remember what I did today at work, but I can guarantee that the wall I plastered surely didn't look very wall-like.
Alright.
It's alright.
I walked to the shower and turned the water on.
Watching the water disappear down the drain, I tried to calm down.
Fuck.
Pulling my shirt over my head and getting rid of my pants and boxers, I stepped inside.
Scrubbing my body, I felt better, though that changed when I thought about for whom and for what I was doing that.
Anyway, I didn't clean inside or something...even the booklet had said that this wouldn't be necessary.
Stepping out, the usual routine followed with that damn box.
The mystery length of the seventh day was... curseworthy as hell.
After going through the sizes and thicknesses and using the last one, I could say with conviction that this one was nastier than every before, making me want to run wide and far.
Very wide and very far.
