I'm bored, and I'm procrastinating. I should be doing laundry or ironing the garb that's rolled up in a ball in my footlocker or washing the dishes, but instead I'm... not. I'm wallowing in being homesick, and I'm unsure of what my job entails, so I'm just holing up in my room, which isn't that healthy... but it's only for a few more hours. Tomorrow I'll be back out there, no more wallowing. But for now, I need to get motivated, because the kitchen looks like ass and I don't want to look at it any more.