Today is the day. I don't have a lot to say. I've already been scratched, not maliciously, just out of fear. I'm nervous and unsure. I am worried that the second I get there, all the things I know to do will go flying out of my head. I will express my feelings to you by sharing an email I just sent to Dr. Surgeon OVH master of the day, Smalls.
"Despite my calm demeanor and obvious cool customer persona, I'm sort of tweaking right now. I am facing the gauntlet and considering heading to the fire-lit pub, full pint and warm sheepskin throw, rather than running through a passageway of large screaming, hairy men with clubs and stones, in the rain, stripped of my security and probably, lets face it clothes. Yes, I'm nervous. I seek comfort and ease. My natural state is to run away from this obstacle, like so many challenging experiences, and just leave it for another day. But I can't do that. I am being marched forward amid this channel of screaming barbarians and I just have to run as fast as I can and take the blows as they come, hoping for the glory that will find me on the other side."
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