I keep thinking: How am I going to do this three times a week for another month and a half? It's not that there aren't things to talk about, but that I really don't want to. It's dragging something out too long, when I don't really know what it is I'm dragging out. The room light is too bright, and there aren't enough hours in the day, and this hangs over my head, and the question that it keeps asking me is: is it worth it? Apart from the fact that I'm not turning back.