So here it is Wednsday, and I still can't believe I'm finally going to be going back home for a little while. I mean damn, it really says something about how lobng it feels like I've been here when the concept of going home feels totally surreal. I'm still counting down, though.

So let's see now, what else. Let's see, Monday night I went out with my battle Tony, and drank enough soju that I remember about half the night clearly. The rest is just little fuzzy blurs. I haven't drank that much in a *long* time...I got so lit that I actually left my leather jacket at the bar. I woke up with barely any time to spare for formation, and still in ALL my clothes, including my boots. Then of course, PT was HORRIBLE, as I was still pretty good and drunk. Sadly, that's been the most interesting part of my week. Nothing much else to report...just that I'm *so* psyched to go home, finally, after eight months here....damn.

Of course, the down side is, I've got to come back in a month, to stay here until I get to my next duty station in Europe. Ah, well, C'est la vie, I suppose. At least the wife will be coming with me to that one...well, until I end up headed to the sandbox again. But that's OK too, I guess. You make damn good money out there, and tax-free, to boot.

Well, until next time I update.

- KiltedFox -

Boomtime, 32 of Chaos