"I need a distraction"

that's what I said, and he said to just do whatever distracts me.
"If I were home that would be easy, my whole life is there." he agreed with me.
"Sadly, that doesn't matter. Because I am stuck here, for another four fucking months."


and now, there is a strange flying bug in my crate. Wonderful.


I really despise west virginia. a lot.