Fatigue and me, we'll see.

When I was growing up, fatigues were combat uniform, now fatigue is what takes over – and sometimes starts off, my day. Post four and I’m still talking about myself. Well that’s okay, because by all reports blogging has gone the way of the dodo. No one to read, means no one to please. I can do what I like in an empty room. Except the room is monitored, so I can’t.

No one that needs, means no one to ..
hold my hand
take something please.