What the eff? I get off early from closing so I can go home and sleep and yet here I am. Wide awake. Painted up a few more marines. Pictures will be up tomorrow sometime me thinks. Five standard marines armed with bolters (your standard big gun if you didn't know. 1.755 calibur ) and their fearless leader Captain Lothario Stiglitz. What a kickass name right? Charging in, bolter blazing, power fist at full charge, mark VIII astartes armor. Such an awesome sight to imagine.

My mind is wracked unable to find the words to express my emotions. Crazed. Panicked. Depressed. It can't all be because of stress. Stress is just a word. It's how we cope with life. We blame it all on stress as if it makes it okay to call it that. But I guess we all must pass through the gates of Hell on our way to Heaven. Dante did it with Virgil. I guess I'll go it on my own.