Pennys for thoughts

Homecomings

I recently went on a short trip to Brisbane with my wingman Mitch to welcome home one of our best and oldest friends from an eight month tour he did of Afghanistan in the ADF. After extraction delays and unscheduled extended stop overs in weird middle eastern countries, our returning serviceman arrived back on home soil. It was a surreal experience, it was like he never left, but at the same time it made me rub my eyes to make sure I really was seeing him in the flesh. Eight months doesn’t feel very long in the scheme of things and it really isn’t, but as the stories unravelled and photos were displayed from his trip eight months seemed like it must have been an eternity. I never really considered the fact he was actually going somewhere dangerous, as silly as that sounds, but he has had to deal with alot more as a 20 year old than I, and the majority of people I’ll ever know, will have to.

It really made me realise how poor my character is complaining about going to work or having to do uni, at least I won’t get killed there. It’s nice to get back in touch with reality once in a while.

Blehh

Fuck Wyong is a shit part of the world.

Miles Away are hell though

Last night

I was lying in bed and I was so tired from getting up at 5:50 am but I couldn’t fucking get to sleep for the life of me, so I took some Endone tablets I had left over from my recent trip to hospital. They made my teeth tingle and face go numb. They put me to sleep, which was a bonus, but I’ve never had more disturbing dreams. Like wake up in a state of shivery sweaty breathlessness and fear. I couldnt tell half the time if I was awake or asleep.

Opiates, nfm.

Next time I think I’ll stay awake.