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 This is shit.

I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm sore, and Doc is a fucking sadist.

I could have been home now. I could have been home, being taken care of with tea and honey and fucking narcotics goddamn it. But nooooo. Doc has to have a test tomorrow, and now the heavens have opened up with some freakish ice/snow/slush mixture and I don't know if I'm going to even GET to go home!!!

I can't make it another day. I've barely held out till now, I cannot possibly do it another day. If I can't go home I'll throw the godawfullest tantrum I've ever thrown. I'll cry, I'll scream (as much as I can without a voice) I will hurt myself. I will. I'll do it.

The only thing that's gotten me through this hellish week was the promise of sanctuary at the end of it. So help me, if I can't go home... I am this close to a meltdown of nuclear proportions.

Hell hath no fury like me, and you'd better not fucking forget, Mother Nature.