3am. This blanket is scratchy as hell. It keeps catching on the tags we were issued on Wednesday morning. Who would have thought that jewellery could be so weighty. An obligation manifested into something I can hold in my hand. Tangible and inevitable. Well, as inevitable as it can be. Right now, I'm still worried to lose the damn things in a costume change. So damn used to stripping to blank canvas...

4am. You would have thought that living in dorms, and then living with four other guys for years, would have made me immune to someone snoring almost in my ear, but… no.

Or maybe it's just nerves. First full day of training today after learning how to dress, how to talk and all the house rules. Endless standing in line, being put in groups, standing in line some more… funny what memories that brings back. Then somone moves, the tags clink or catch on something. And memories are just that.