Today is miserable. It's only 1 october and it's freezing outside. It's the worst kind of grey day and there's something that acts like rain.

I didn't get enough sleep last night.
I haven't done my reading for the past two days.
I don't understand Spanish.
I miss Christie. I miss coming home and having her presence there.
I haven't been eating right, I haven't been exercising.
The paper I spent hours on was began at the last minute, didn't get super-edited by myself, wasn't properly cited, and contained nothing that made me feel brilliant.
It seems like I'm working so hard but not getting anything done.

And I'm just tired.
Finally, I'm homesick. One month worth of flying time prevented me from feeling that...but today it didn't wait for me to have time. It just dropped in, before I even woke up.

I want to go home and lay on the tan living room carpet and look through picture albums, make fun of tv with Christie, and sleep in my water bed.

It's not a matter of not liking it here. I love it here.
But I'm gone. And I miss home. I miss feeling ever so slightly sane.