Back to Work, Then.

Well, it's the last day of my very relaxing, very worry-free four day Easter weekend. Which means I have to go back to work tomorrow. Fuck.

The highlight of my weekend was Sunday, which was, of course, Easter. I took the "day of rest" thing to the extreme by literally never setting foot outside of my room or putting on a shirt or pants (other than my stripey PJ pants, they don't count). My accomplishments yesterday were measured not in any real or meaningful way, but instead tallied in empty beer bottles and Skyrim quests completed. Hell, I didn't even find out my hot water was working again until like 1800. Truly a glorious day of being absolutely worthless.

Still, I would much rather have gone to New York for the weekend and done things like, I don't know, maybe see some people I actually care about. Fuck it, there's always next time. Definitely missed some good times though.

I dropped like $120 on one (just one!) new set of ACUs this weekend. I kept trying to put it off, or hold out for the promised-but-highly-unlikely resupply, but it was time. You can only listen to "Hey dude your name tape's falling off" so many times in a day before you start randomly punching people in the dick, just because. I FUCKING KNOW MY NAME TAPE IS FALLING OFF, GUY. Maybe it's because the Army relies on goddamn Velcro (correction, hook-and-pile tape) to secure necessary shit onto a "combat" uniform. That's roughly the equivalent of attaching body panels to an Indy car with duct tape - that shit's coming off, one way or another. Mercifully we're now allowed to have our tapes, badges and rank sewn. Cue $20 in said additions and sewing. Hoo-fucking-ah.

Anyway. That's my little rant for the day. I'm going to go cry while I shave my scruffy five-day beard. Seriously can't wait until I never have to shave again. Not only do I hate the physical act of shaving, but it screws up my skin as well. Gross. There is also the main issue, which is that I just enjoy having facial hair - it's fun to play with, it looks boss as fuck, chicks dig it, and your mustache always tastes like Scotch. At least mine did... maybe that's just me though.

Deuces.