um.

I haven’t showered in like four days. I know it’s disgusting, but seriously…there’s so much I’d rather do. So much I have an opportunity to do. And so much I am required to do, besides cleaning myself, that I end up doing that instead of cleaning myself.

But really, it’s getting bad. Cleanliness UNSATs do exist.

So, first step down. Second step just began. And what a fucking step. It’s not cold anymore, since Florida is generally warm this time of year. I feel…well. Bored and stressed at the same time. Excited and inadequate at the same time. Liberated but under some ridiculous pressure. And it’s so much like college here it’s crazy. Flashes of room inspections and fire drills and cafeteria food. Buying online, returning to your room with shopping bags. Sharing a bathroom. And shit I haven’t even classed up yet.

WHAT AM I DOING HERE.

Learning how to be an Airman, that’s what. Air-Man. A winner.

My brain is all scrambled. poop. I’ll write when I’m kind of more coherent.