I'm lying on my bed in camp thinking what a crappy day it's been for me, and then out pops the birthday gift i got from Francine last year. The Blue Day book, it says on the cover, sprawled in hues of blue on the face of a bored-looking frog. The book itself is deceptively small, considering how i never saw it or felt it in the back of my backpack while preparing for another week at ocs. Having failed my SAW technical handling test(blasphemy! I always do well when it comes to handling my guns!), the tominater was ready to call it a day, wallowing in the unearthly depths of self-pity. This book came at the perfect moment, because reading it evoked emotions in me that had been dormant for a terribly long time(like lasciviousness). Actually the feeling was closer to that of my chance meeting with the border's girl - pleasant. Its difficult to describe in detail over my phone, but in a nutshell, i was reminded of that energizing and invigorating feeling i often got when i did those crazy, whacked things with flanscene whenever we hit the streets. The emotional cocktail is short lived, but nice while it lasts, and the memories certainly don't disappear anyway. I feel like i can take on the world, and maybe, just maybe, when i go for the retest tmr, i may once again show off just how bloody brilliant i am at wielding my gun. Just for today at least, i'm feeling remarkable.