gysahl greens

Tomorrow morning, the alarm will go off at a quarter past five. I don't think I can handle the idea. O_O

It will awaken me to a week of camp - which probably equates to:
squeezing and sleeping in dusty, musty, smelly, squashy tents;
waking up at five every subsequent morning with all ten toes frozen off;
eating three meals of gross food a day;
scorpions and mosquitoes and snakes in the area;
communal bathing and hideous toilets;
and weather that will very likely be awful.

And there must be some facet of me - that even I did not know about - that is somewhat masochistic, because I'm actually rather excited.

Yikes.

How long will ye vex my soul, and
break me in pieces with words?