Hungover Scribblings

Greetings ladies and gents,

I've been neglecting this site lately due largely to my hectic schedule and my recent inability to focus. I'm reasonably certain that the Army has made me substantially dumber than I used to be. Such is life. Fortunately, I'm now sitting here with a pretty heinous drunk-over (hungover but still pretty drunk) and drinking a PBR to recover, so my fingers feel nimble on the keyboard.

I spent most of the week moving into my new room - our leadership decided to reorganize us barracks rats so as to keep company/platoon consolidated. This is a terrible idea, as my platoon is full of alcoholic d-bags like myself. Last night was proof of that... fun though.

The room I've moved into was inhabited by some barely-functioning form of human trash who clearly enjoyed living in squalor. I will never understand how (and more importantly, why) anyone would choose to live in filth and darkness. Sure, cleaning is a bit of a pain in the ass, but it certainly beats the alternative. I fear for humanity when we've reached the point that we're too lazy or preoccupied to pick up after ourselves... maybe it's a cultural thing?

Vanessa's running like a champ these days, despite an annoying belt squeak that I seemingly can't be bothered to fix. With traction control off, first gear at full throttle is a hang-on-and-pray-for-forgiveness experience... which is why, anymore, I leave it in full safety net mode for most applications, and will put it on Competitive Driving Mode if I'm about to engage in illegal activity or just happen to be feeling rowdy.

In said Competitive Mode, I put an SRT8 Dodge Challenger properly in its place this week. Got lucky and snagged front seats to a red light next to this thing. Eased into first, as always (I hate breaking parts), nailed it once I got rolling and speed shifted into second, which always throws me a bit sideways. By the end of second, he was literally in the rearview mirror. So I gracefully braked and took the next turn, sparing him the embarrassment of post-race conversation. I'm nothing if not a gentleman.

What else is new... hmmm. Going up to NY for Thanksgiving. The mother will cook, I will eat and drink, and we shall have fun. Another few weeks of block leave rapidly approaches, and I'll be heading back to Colorado for Christmas. I'm seeing an End Of The World As We Know It party happening on 12/21/12 in the mountains... holler if you want an invite.

Well. Time to start my day. Be good, kids.