Old Vaginny.

Back to work, the man said. Soon enough, I say.
The drive was ridiculously long as usual, but we made it in around 9 o'clock. The roads are still incredibly hard to drive on, since there's no salt on them. Almost a foot of snow was blocking our way to my room. Overall, Christmas was a success: I got a heavy leather jacket from my uncle Keith, which I'm guessing he wants me to get a bike. Along with a single coffee cup maker, and a Gerber.

I'll miss my family and friends, but I needed to get back here. Home just doesn't seem like home anymore.