I come home from work, change, and go straight back to work as a bartender at nights. I need to pay the bills somehow. When I return, late at night, I sip on a mug of tea, curl up on my mattress on the floor of my small service apartment, look out the window at the dim lit streets and think to myself, “This is worth it."
But I digress. All I can do now is to man up and accept the fact that I'm gonna waste two years of my life serving the nation. I hope it doesn't take a lot of effort though, I might hurl on myself.