"Sometimes that light at the end of the tunnel is a train."

Dear nobody in particular,

10 is a metric number.
10 is the number of
fingers I have.
years in a decade.
days left for me in this country.

When I got here, I had 365 days.
365 is such a stupid number.
I can imagine 365 as a child being bullied by the "10" kids.

Look
Look
Look at that loser.

He's not even metric.
Let's kick his ass.
Let's bash his head in.
Let's twist his nipples.
Let's give him a metric wedgie from hell.

But I digress.

I'm out of here in a nice 10 days.

But I wonder if it's better to be somewhere other than here.

How much time would I have at home before I felt sick of it?
10 years?
10 months?
10 days?
10 hours?

I wonder.

/end