Dragging ass: Another chapter
I came off mids this morning at 0615. I slept from 0623 until 0802. I know because I looked. The rest of the day has been spent prepping for the function here at the Marine house tonight at 1800. We’re selling pizza, draft beer, and even threw in a wine tasting event to determine the wine for the Marine Corps Ball this November. I slept another 45 minutes in the Suburban on the way back from getting the keg. At 2115 I go back to work so I can make it to the Boy Scout outing this weekend. I’ve got three more classes worth of assignments to do before I leave so I don’t miss the deadline. I’ll be off at 0600 again. Then I need to go shopping for chow and pack for the camp out. Following that is brunch with the RSO at 1100 and two hours later, Coleman and I are on road to meet the boys (better late than never). The drive is about 2-3 hours I hear. I see that as a golden opportunity to catch up on some shut eye.
Let’s hope so.
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Born in the year of the Dragon, the author grudgingly accepts the fact he has too many interests and not enough time. A cyclist as long as he can remember, an avid yet inconsistent writer since age eleven, and a U.S. Marine since age twenty-one, the author also adds computers, snowboarding, and motorcycles to his list of interests. Incidentally, he is aware of his inability to make a living from any but the Corps. The author accepts this as fact and remains optimistic. Feel free to drop him a line.
