03 February 2009

FTA

The apartment and I are battling it out. I'm not sure which one of us is going to win. While I actually have the energy to clean, I'm feeling a bit intimated. The good thing is that I haven't let the laundry just sit. I wonder if the neighbors are tired of my washing vibrating the house on spin cycle.

It is so good to be home. My own bed -- which will have clean sheets on it soon -- felt so good. Sleeping on the couch at my parents' was definitely getting old. Mom and Dad's place might be comfortable and familiar, but this place is mine.

Now if only I had a Wolf to go along with it...

Soon. As soon as the Army tells me I can have him back.