I hate this apartment. I feel as though I am under constant attack. Being in here alone, I am on guard 24/7. I am ready at any moment to throw my dog into the next room and drop down and hit the floor. Korea really isn't too bad of a place, but Koreans who screw Americans out of their money is what makes me hate it here. We haven't turned the heat on for more than an hour for months. Our little space heater is burning my face at this very moment. In the past 6 months I have not touched a paint brush nor written anything worth while. All of my creative juices have been sucked from me.