Since i'm not allowed to take my SAW into the TIF, i had to give it up and qualify on an M4. Not a bad little rife. It feels like a toy compared to my saw though.
Blah blah.. enough army stuff.
I love getting hair cuts here. After they finish, they give you a massage. The first time, I didn't know he was going to do it and I thought he was attacking me. It was great though. I'm sure i like it a bit more than i should, but oh well.
It dawned on me tonight. I'm not going back to my old life. It doesn't exist anymore, too much has changed. I have to start a new one. It's kind of a strange feeling. I'm sure it will be strange for those around me too.
Somehow my bed is like five feet tall. I keep finding matresses and add them to my bed. It's actually getting fairly comfortable. Their version of a matress will pass for looks, but it feels like they made it out of old HMMWV shocks or something. Maybe they did? I should find out..
Midnight chow has become our "Jerrys" or "Steak n' Shake". We just hangout, make fun of life, and laugh at everything we can. We just don't have the time to unwind or use our fustration constructively. The other day i punched and kicked the door and broke it. The door didn't really deserve it either, so i did feel bad for it. They fixed him the next day with a brand new shiny handle though, so we're cool now.
Amazingly enough, my number hasn't been called yet. I've been typing with little structure in mind.. and not really checking my .. sentence correctness.. (i need rehab!) Well, i'm going to go shower, try to remember some details of my life, and go to sleep. I haven't been able to remember a dream in a while.. maybe tonight..
PS: I am an EXPERT at the staring game. I practice for like 80 hrs a week. try me..