11.30.98

MREs for breakfast, ick.  Ham Slice...yuck.  Prepared locker for an inspection that, of course, never really happened except for a few ppl.  Recycling drop off detail -- cardboard & white paper...Sheridan & Currie -> that's where the nearby Burger King is...ahhh, drooooooool...Big Mac hmm yuuuuuuummmmmm...Mouth Watering.  18 days till exodus, 14 days to EOCT, 12 days till final APFT, the one that actually counts.  Not much else dumped off my ha, I forgot already the idle chatter (here we go)...washing my bed blanket that got "freshness tasted" all over it a couple days ago -- doing Wag staff's too...locked both my keys in my locker...luckily Beeson snagged the bolt cutters & snapped it for me -- saving me a counselor's statement.  Still haven't gotten one yet...Using my personal drawer lock now...

Been passing gas a lot lately -- need to slow at chow...just always paranoid I'll run out of time, cue it has happened...Smoked a bit -- we haven't gotten too much of that lately, actually kinda a big change from phase I...

Run a little over 2 miles today, in 17:30 - what the FUCK? My body is just devoid of power now...giving blood hurt me hard core -- my calves still are tight from Sat run -- who knows what they'll be like on the morrow.

Bowel mvmt time/Shave/Brush teeth...

Well I got the BM -- no shave or brush...yet...need to wait up for laundry...One good things about OK, beautiful night sky -- admired the midnight blue fading to black & the   stars here -- flat as it is they seem to come out more, nothing to block the view anywhere...and the leaves here changed to more colors than icky brown or pukish yellow -- bright reds & oranges and every shade in between.  The trees bordering 1 & 19th Company's Parking lot...I could stare for an hour at the wispy empty leaves and beautiful colors on the others...

Beeson is much cheerier now that he's no longer PG...(did I mention yet he was fired cuz of contraband?)

I almost puked at the end of the run.  Damnit, I know I was trying...I felt my pace dying after the mid lap 2 around.

A simple luxury gone unnoticed really, just how nice it is to have a window by my bunk -- 1/2 the platoon sleeps down the "center" of the bay and have no window...I can open mine as I please...FG doing his rounds -- making sure lockers are secure...

I just made $2.00 by staying up 15 mikes for Whetherhult and bringing his clothes up from the dryer...Weehee! I have 1/2 hotel till my clothes are done...unless it dries quick -- a real possibility since the wool blankets felt not to wet outta the washer...I'll check in ten mikes...

I wonder what Sarah Lynn thinks about my wanting to get in touch.  I wonder if she sees it as anything more than a reaching hand towards an old "lost" (almost) friend -- someone I really never got to know as well as I would have liked.  Will she take the time to write back?  If so, a short hello or a long soliquoy?  Time will tell I spose.  I have lots of time it seems, just none of my own nowadays.  Change Change Change everyday something is a little different.

Tomorrow is supposedly hand to hand combat -- perhaps the beginning of bayonets as well...dunno know.  Wednesday we're paying for out flights home, Thursday is a 10K road march...

Angerhauser just cried out in his sleep, "Shut the Fuck up Shut the Fuck up Shut the Fuck up." I can only imagine he dreams of our platoon in formation...His foot is healing quite well.  He's doing BRM qualification Thursday with C BTRY I believe he said.  I wish him luck.  So looks like he's gonna stay w/ us.  Hooray

Damn, not dry yet...Maybe a letter after shaving...