"Leave me dreaming on the bed. See you right back here tomorrow, for the next round."
AC finally fixed. First real sleep I've had in a week. Not much else to report. Still doing rather stupid stuff on a day to day basis. Got in trouble for exiting the Stryker without a helmet on. oops. I didn't feel I was in any danger. So fuck it. But, whatever. Apparently there's rules or something. In other news...there really isn't any other news. I've had a lot on my mind the last month or two and I'm not sure if it's getting better or worse.
"Just tonight, I would lay here for you. Just tonight, I would sink here for you."
Dreams lately when I can remember them have been....weird. I don't know how to explain them....they are scenarios of things that could happen when I get home. But with the worst possible outcome. And they are not so unbelievable that they couldn't happen. Well some of them. Others feature players I'll never see again due to death or distance. But, somehow that doesn't remove the weight of it.
"Ole' Scratch has dealt us a dirty hand..."
My brand new ipod fried. Motherfucker. 4 days in and the motherfucker fries. They are SO lucky I don't decide policy for this conflict. It'd be over by now. This region would be safe, secure, and profitable. But, then again....what do I know?
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