Ready, Set, Go!
I feel like a rat in a cage. Constantly pacing back and forth, waiting for a scientist to reach in and grab me. I've got three weeks until I ship for OCS. In the meantime, I don't have anything to do (compared to my normal school-year schedule). I think this makes it worse. I just want to get on the plane now and head out. Half of me is a nervous wreck, churning thoughts of OCS (and ten weeks of utter hell) over and over in my mind. The other half is busy singing "I'm leaving, on a jetplane. Don't know when I'll be back again." I feel at ends. Other than PT, I don't know what to do with myself. I don't have the money to do anything fun, but I don't have anything important to get done. argh.
