wasted mind, wasted thoughts

All good things must come to an end.
Finished my one week leave with a wound as well as feeling sick.
I blame in on the erratic nights and the sinful food we ate.
Had my wrist impaled by a badly done up fence at a basketball court during the chalet.
It was like the first time i ever remembered watching myself lose so much blood.
I've always been free from the hands of illnesses and bodily harm.
So much so that I believe a divine body has been behind my safety with his protection.
Had to get 2 stiches done up and endure with the fact that I can't use my hand as simply as I did before.

The week has really been enjoyable.
Though I didn't do much, Risk and Bridge were enough to entertain me throughout my week of leave.
Of course I must give credit to those who were with me too.
I've been seeing them almost everyday and I'm still not sick of it.
I think I see them even more, compared to my brother or my parents.
Maybe I'm just unfilial..

I'm getting real sleepy...
I must recharge for a movie tomorrow!
and work of course... damn it.