There's still no news whatsoever. I don't know if I can take this for much longer. This horrible feeling of being kept in the dark, of not being given a response when I clearly deserve one, especially when so many more places are available this year and so many people I know have gotten favourable replies. Life is unfair at times, it really is. When the long-awaited news finally emerges next week, I have less than three measly days to conjure a response and to start planning my next move, especially after another draining week where there is another depressing outfield exercise and everybody will probably get screwed by the commanders and senior operators yet again.

This isn't helping my mood. It isn't as if I wasn't already a moody prince to begin with, but recently the inevitable tension and worry has been accumulating to a point where I'm becoming sulky and temperamental. :(