I have finally gotten sick. I say "finally" not because I wanted to get sick, I just knew it was going to happen. Thanks to lack of sleep, working too much, and having too little time for myself.. I will have this dang head cold for the next two weeks. Any less than that and I will surely be surprised.

Also, I feel like we're getting nowhere with this deployment. Summer has arrived and the days feel so much longer. The sun seems to take an eternity to set. I know the light is shining bright at the end of the tunnel... but that darn sun would set then maybe I'd be able to see that everyday! I know it's just a short time (about 10+ days) until we hit the double digits, but that short time is going to feel like a decade.

I rarely talk to D anymore. I feel bad about the situation, and I don't think she fully understands my reasoning behind limiting the amount of communication between the two of us. Like I have mentioned before.. I am green. The last thing I need is to be on the phone with her and hear her man in the background, reminding me of the void that still remains in my life. She is doing well out there, and I am happy for her. I know I have failed as a best friend for cutting ties with her, but I just feel as though I need to protect myself emotionally. I pray that D will eventually understand all of this. Whether I talk to her routinely or don't talk to her at all, it's killing me. I can't do anything right lately when it comes to my happiness. All work has done for me is stress me out even more, and on top of it all.. I'm sick again. Not to mention my diet isn't the greatest. I never sit down and eat a real meal. In fact, when I am here at work, I rarely eat all. It sometimes takes me a whole twelve hour shift to eat even a bagel.

And speaking of work, I should probably post this and get back to work... considering the ambulance phone just rang. "Fun times."