There’s a spider on the ceiling right above the bed. Which means I’m not going back to bed. The last thing I want is to wake up with a spider bite on my face. It’d completely freak me out.
So I’m going to run on 4 hours of sleep today I believe.
I’m terribly homesick right now. I miss my family and my friends. And I can’t call any of them (the phone line is so that only calls can come in, we can’t make any outgoing calls) so I emailed several of them. Looking at pictures also kind of fuels the fire of loneliness (Chris is asleep in the other room).
I’ll probably go downstairs and catch the end of The O’Reilly Factor and exercise for a bit.
