Two days.

The ideal time to slave away in behalf of greater freedom.

I'm not trying to start a revolution, I'm just trying to bring the outside world in. It doesn't have to be like this, it shouldn't be like this. There must be something wrong when we don't even want to ride our own horses. Rowan, bless his heart, has been practically attached to my hip-- he must know that we will be departing each other (for a short time) soon. 3 weeks without him, a difficult thing to do after he's all that I've had for so many months.

Tomorrow we have a "disciplinary meeting." Give me a fucking break, since when did I get new parents? Are we 16 years old again, did we go out past curfew? So childish, so ridiculous.

I don't have much to say anymore, no emotions really, just plenty of built-up anger. 2 more days, please, no more delays. I can't do this. I can't even find the motivation to put a saddle on my horse. I can't write any more checks for money that I don't have in my account.

But I'm stuck. I'm stuck here in my head. I'm stuck in my last two days of work.
I'm stuck in beautyless days.