17-5-2012' Anxiety

The SIM enrollment package is sitting at the edge of my bed now. I don't know what to do with it, or rather, what to do with my life. I had intended to leave the envelope there till a decision were to come if not for the need to know when is the deadline for acceptance of enrollment. This had been my backup plan. I have a week more to consider. Please, a big brown envelope with another logo. I'd say yes and start typing the letter with glee. * I don't wish to sit around, pulling cards and making cold calls. Or to weather the unpredictable storms and mood swings. Its tiring, mentally and physically for the war. Being constantly in fear, of the unknown booby traps and tight survellience. There is a limit in everyone for being nice and accommodative. I could feel that it's reaching my neck.