Must. Find. Food.

Just based on my grumbling stomach today I am so ready to go home.

What I would give for some normal breakfast food (and I hate breakfast) - I've literally had a small bowl of cereal, bread, an apple, a doughnut, or a croissant every day for the last 7 months. I'm ready for my cold pizza, pasta, ramen noodles, pancakes (that actually rise), and normal food.

And I want to eat at normal times. Lunch doesn't belong at 4pm and dinner doesn't belong at 10:30pm.

I hate going to sleep feeling full.

I hate meat.

I hate eating so much food for lunch I feel sick, yet feeling obligated to eat everything that gets piled onto my plate.

I'm sick of carbs. I want some veggies.

I miss snack foods like carrots and celery and cheese and crackers.

I'm sick of eating the snack food I get sent to me from home in one sitting.

I want to make my own food. I want to know how to use the stove without burning the crap out of things. I wish I knew how to work the oven without it streaming black smoke every time I try.

I want to do my laundry when I want and need to.

I hate wearing the same pair of jeans for a week.

I miss my cloud bed and not waking up every day with my back hurting.

I miss my feet not constantly being blistered and cut up from my shoes and so much walking.

I want my car.

I miss my family and Keith.

I'm sick of 10 year old kids laughing at me trying to tell stories then responding to me in English.

Yeah...well that went downhill quickly.

88 days left to go.