Reason # 3,482,352,535 I am not meant to live with people I am not related or married to: when my hut- mate leaves her 20- seconds- of- Beyonce- looped alarm clock going off in her locked room every 10 minutes, starting at three- damn- thirty in the morning, how do I cope? I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about sitting in my room, chair facing the door, waiting for her to get home so I can literally set her on fire, that's how. I'm still considering it. That's just unreasonable. Beyonce? Really? At 3:30 in the morning? What. The. Hell.
It's not all bad, though. The construction site by our office currently contains the closest thing to a natural body of water on post— an enormous, calf- deep puddle that we've taken to calling Lake Bagram.It makes me happy just walking past it. I keep hoping we'll have a good freeze so I can half skate on it, but I don't think it's going to happen. It's good for skipping stones, though.
And it's still beautiful here, which helps, snow on the mountains and crisp faux- fall days; there are 80 days left to my tour, too, which helps more. Helping most of all is all the love and early welcome I've been getting from back home: Chi and Teresa and Boo and Gryphon and everyone at Spinster, Sam and Kiddo, everyone. I can't wait to see you all, too, and it is so good to wallow in all this love. I'm looking forward to picking my life back up.