I am staying at the Army Lodge. It is more or less a crappy hotel. I keep waiting for a cockroach or some other giant-mutant-bug to crawl out of a vent and across the floor.
 The bathroom is so small, I have to stand up on the toilet to shut the door.
 The shower has the least amount of water pressure. Ever. I have to stand on my tippy-toes to actually get my hair and body wet. It reminds me of Elf when Buddy realizes that he is a human and flashbacks to how he (the giant human) has to shower in the elf-shower.
 I got chased/followed by a road runner. Yup, they're real!
 I text Ryan on Tuesday morning saying, "I need to start running again. I feel like I have four butt cheeks."
 Today I ate my lunch at a small picnic area outside the Lodge. If anyone had been watching me - I'm sure they were laughing their hieny off. Every rustle and sound make me jump off the bench and frantically look around. I was keeping my eyes peeled for rattlesnakes, road runners, giant-mutant-bugs, or any other Arizona wildlife creature I concocted in my head.
 I drove 20 miles after class today through B-F-Arizona to Tombstone to find that the "tourist attraction" apparently closes down at 5:00.
 Everyday I can't wait to get out of class. But get out of class... To do what? I hate just sitting in my room at the lodge (see ). Apparently there is no pleasing me.
Let's just say that I can't wait for Friday at 3:45 when I fly, fly away.
Only two more days.
I am such a wimp.