I should be writing (one of my) papers for Physical Science.
Instead I'm writing you.
Did I mention to click interactive at wefeelfine.org?
I meant to.
Its down there at the bottom.
If you didn't, GO DO IT NOW.
Find of the day:
We still know nothing about the Army.
If we don't find out before T-Give I may go to MEPS myself and punch someone in the throat repeatedly until they give David a date for a stupid physical.
Is it that hard to look at his paperwork, see that he got freakishly high scores on the ASVAB, a letter of recommendation from a doctor, and pretty much the best resume the Army could ask for?
What do they want from us?
A signed affidavit that they can also have our firstborn child?
A promise that I will bake cakes for his CO weekly?
David to get a tattoo on his butt that says Army + Me = Love?
I would do anything if they just LET US KNOW ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.
Its driving me nuts.
Can you tell?
In Other News, this is my hair now:
To give you a better idea of the length:
Anyways, I'm chopping it all off.
Possibly Thursday if I have the time.
Maybe Friday if it comes down to it.
Could be Saturday if it has to be.
But this week - its ALL (okay, most, at least 12 inches) coming off.
Don't worry, it'll be back in a year.
Also, its going back brown.
Because I can.