Heaven hits me hard
This week I turned in the paperwork that will bump the end of my enlistment up to January 8th. Provided it gets signed, and I've been assured a number of times that it will be, I'll be out of the Army in less than 90 days.
Two weeks ago I blew the rest of my Amazon trade-in credit on five new games. I got F.E.A.R. 2: Project Origin (PC) (obviously), Far Cry 2 (PC), TimeShift (PC), Red Faction Guerilla (X360), and Dead Space (X360). I've given them all a shake to see which I'm more interested in, ended up playing all the way through F.E.A.R. 2. I'm playing Dead Space a chapter at a time, which has been about 45 minutes to an hour of gameplay at a time.
I'm absolutely struggling to bring myself to finish TimeShift. I'm probably three levels from the end now and it is so mediocre that it hurts. I knew it wasn't a great game to begin with but I had some hopes that it'd take the time suit in some interesting directions. Nope.
Katie and I have been doing some cleanup and repairs to the house to get it ready to sell. Selling the house is the biggest question mark in the entire shift from Army to school. A lot of our plans hinge on it going well, so many that it makes me nervous to have such a single point of failure. What's worse is I can't wrap my mind around anything else that could be done to alleviate our burdens if selling the house doesn't go well.
In less depressing news, I sincerely can not wait until I get to school. There are so many things I want to do there and so many things to look forward to. I may have fucked up my first college run something fierce but I'll be damned if it goes anywhere near that bad this time.