Everyone who is home tells me time will pass quickly.  It's not passing quickly here.  I just want to go home and stop being so lonely.

Tomorrow I will be headed to the shooting range with my friend Danielle and her boyfriend.  I am not a gun advocate, but I am interested to see what it's like to shoot a weapon.  My expectation is that it's not an easy thing to do -- maybe it's not a difficult as it looks.  If it's not difficult, no wonder people shoot each other so easily.

Seriously, though, I need to reserve judgment.

Please Father Time, pass quickly and get me out of here.