Man, it's been a rough couple of days. Seriously. This whole living alone this is not working well for me. I don't like the isolation. I look forward to my two days off and then I just mope around my house in pajamas. I'm not even sure if I brushed my teeth today. I will say yes, just because this is public. I counted and I have 145 days until training is over and 35 of those are days I work. It sounds like a really sweet ratio right? Well, when the other 110 days are spent studying your brains out, or feeling guilty for not studying your brains out, it's not as relaxing as it sounds. I am going to do my best to be more of a person. I need to get out more. Although, there is a large part of me that is dying for the country. I want to be able to walk out my front door and hit up some railroad tracks with the dogs. I want to be able to throw them outside and not care about them being in the street, especially right now because my house suddenly smells like rotten eggs. I think it would be worth getting up an hour earlier (4am!) to drive 45 minutes or an hour to work instead of the 10 minute commute I have from here. I could say a bit more on this topic but I'm worried I might OD on self-pity if I keep writing. There's been quite a bit these couple of days.