in which there are 80 days left

Reason # 3,482,352,535 I am not meant to live with people I am not related or married to: when my hut- mate leaves her 20- seconds- of- Beyonce- looped alarm clock going off in her locked room every 10 minutes, starting at three- damn- thirty in the morning, how do I cope? I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about sitting in my room, chair facing the door, waiting for her to get home so I can literally set her on fire, that's how. I'm still considering it. That's just unreasonable. Beyonce? Really? At 3:30 in the morning? What. The. Hell.

Lake bagram

It's not all bad, though. The construction site by our office currently contains the closest thing to a natural body of water on post— an enormous, calf- deep puddle that we've taken to calling Lake Bagram.It makes me happy just walking past it. I keep hoping we'll have a good freeze so I can half skate on it, but I don't think it's going to happen. It's good for skipping stones, though.

Skipping stones

And it's still beautiful here, which helps, snow on the mountains and crisp faux- fall days; there are 80 days left to my tour, too, which helps more. Helping most of all is all the love and early welcome I've been getting from back home: Chi and Teresa and Boo and Gryphon and everyone at Spinster, Sam and Kiddo, everyone. I can't wait to see you all, too, and it is so good to wallow in all this love. I'm looking forward to picking my life back up.


  One thought on “in which there are 80 days left

  1. teresa
    February 7, 2009 at 11:55 am

    SEE you?!
    honey, i can’t wait to MEET you.
    =P =)

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