So I'm statsing it up, trying to finish this project. So glad, because I have food waiting for me at home. Yummy food. Can I say how nice it is to think about going home and knowing that someone is waiting to hear from you, to talk to you, to comfort you and give you their 24/7? I'm not even saying in a lover. I'm saying in a friend as well. The only one who I used to look forward to seeing at the apartment was Boris. I can't remember the last time I was excited to go home to do something besides sleep. It's been forever. But I'm changing that. Now.