Long run this morning, feels good to be back with the dysfunctional family. It seems like about half the battalion hates their biological familes and got here as fast as possible. We may hate waking up in the morning, or going to class, or standing out in the cold. We may hate marching with weapons for ten miles at five am, or doing push ups until we cry. We may get screamed at, physically fight each other or make threats about each other's health that can't even be printed without being arrested. But damnit, we're all in this together, and we have each other's backs until we die. And that's what it's all about.
Today should be relatively dull, along with tomorrow. A kitten is purring on me as I sit on my new soft couch (by new I mean 18 years old, and by soft I mean bending because it's broken.) I like it.
Gotta make some food and hopefully take a nap before classes.
Keep it exciting,
Angel
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