It's strange to look back at the last four weeks, which ironically seems as though it lasted for far longer, and realize how intense things really were.

Not a week ago, we were all over the place doing everything, and then I had to go and sprain my ankle rather badly. Next thing I know I'm out of training because I could not miss any classes and I had a lovely pair of 'gimp-sticks' (crutches) that the base hospital had given me.

Needless to say, it kind of puts a cramp in things.

So I went from mach 3, inspections, PT, and timings galore... to actually being forced to sit in a room and do NOTHING for about a week.

Never quite realized before how forcing one to do nothing is quite a psychological weapon. But I suppose I had my choice of things to do: I could stay in one room and play 'Risk' all day, or watch the same movies over and over again in the other room.

... I'm so glad to be out of there.

However! Now that I have been transferred back to my (half) home unit, I am free to basically do what I wish throughout the day, and this means good things to those I owe commissions to and all that unfinished art I have otherwise begging to be completed.

So! Although this journal is ridiculously short in regards to all I've done in the past... 6 or so months, it will have to do for now I think.

Over and Out :3
- Chi

P.S: Testin' out this nifty journal skin thinger. Will probably make my own later but I'm tired of the same bland thing.