And it hasn't even really started yet!

I wonder if I will never see this house the same again? It has become the study center of pain, torture, whatever you want to call it. It wreaks of it in here. There is this stink that doesn't go away now. I can open as many windows as I can and it still stinks. There are random bouts of laughing and such but then nothing for what seems like ages. Now I look at going home as freedom from this which makes the homesickness so much more meaningful. Its huge at the moment. I am fully aware of the fact that with every passing minute, hour, day I'm getting dangerously close the ultimate pit of torture but then it doesn't seem to matter much because its also bringing me closer to my haven. So time, keep on ticking by as fast as you possibly can. Speeding through all this will help me more than anything else right now.