Oh, to be complete.

The 400th post (that'd be this one) on this iteration of the blog contains thoughts from the end of the first day of school.

- I need to do laundry.

- Power Converters here that want to have 'Indoor Use Only' make me laugh. We're in Kabul, I don't think anything on this campus qualifies as most people's definition of 'indoor.'

- As I walk down the uneven stairs in a dark school building, long after hours (yeah, I'm working late. Too much to get done.), I wonder for not the first time, "What would the thoughts be of the first person to find me, lying here in a heap at the bottom of the stairs tomorrow morning?"

- I'm being a hermit and I don't care.

- I am such a waste of space here.

- I want a Ballpark Frank smothered in Ketchup.

- I am a weakling who just wants to cry sometimes.

- I hope someone else has a plan for me here, because I have no idea what I am doing here.

- I wish I could change.

- There are so many new kids here, I wonder how long it will take me to learn their names?

- Why do I have to be the person who has this dual relationship between getting stuff done and not wanting to step on anyone's toes?

- If this was over, I would be happy.

- Peace and knees belong on the same place.

- I have more and less than I ever thought possible.

- I wish people would invite me to do something, but I don't want to watch a movie.

- I want to know where home is.