Wednesday Remnants

Whatta jewel.  Found this banana peel in my backpack side-pocket.  Utterly shriveled, peppered with mould, but surprisingly firm and well-preserved.  The wonders of the cold!  In Singapore it would've been fruit-fly-haven by now.

Surprised as I pulled it out--I vaguely remembered stuffing it in my bag on the way for Wednesday's supermarket rush.  Ah, good old, leisurely Wednesdays!  As usual, training ends at 7.30-7.45pm, but I have to shower, have dinner, and be at the parking lot by 8.15pm to mark attendance.  No joke when I say the 12-hour shift kicks-in immediately.  The nerve-numbing adrenaline rush leaves no room for fatigue hangovers.

Obviously, it's a horrible scramble.  Think grotesque images of food-shovelling, scant showers, and hurrying in the cold with a full head of poorly-toweled, damp hair.  Hideous in form, nature and appearance.  To make up for the literal lack of nutrition, I take out the random banana during the short bus ride.  While I chomp it down, I hope my innards won't burst from poorly-chewed, digestion-inhibited constipation.

It's hard not to feel like I am, this blackened peel. 

Squashed, shriveled, but hardened, tough, and still damn... damn around.