Training

Rey is in San Diego for training. And by training, I mean, the jets are flying, so he gets to fix them.
It seriously SUCKS being here alone. The few friends that I have are crazy busy, I can't find a job, and I can't keep spending 6 hours at one class everyday. It makes my street cred go way low.
Rey is being worked to the bone. 10-12 hour days, 7 days a week. On top of that, he is on night crew, so he goes into work at 4:30 and goes to bed between 4 and 6 every morning. It really throws off our communication, and is turning him into a complacent, abused zombie.
I am in a ceramics class. It's pretty fun. I'm drowning myself in it so i don't drown in my loneliness...
They call us Brother and Sister California out here. I'd say we're reppin' it hardcore.