I'm not gonna lie to you - I've been sick. Not just "sick" but Super Sick with special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onion on a sesame seed bun SICK. I was so sick my boss won't even take a picture of me to post because he says, "I ain't takin' a picture of you lookin' like that. Yore mama'd be on the first flight over here with you lookin' all puny and pathetic like ya do. I ain't facin' yore mama."
Smart man. Especially since I'd be gone by the time she got here. But I digress.
The point is I am feeling better and learned a great deal about oral restorative salts in the progress.
I leave for Iraq in 10 days so this is sort of the final countdown (I surrender my blog to this Eurasia moment. Sing it with me now, "we're leaving together. but still it's farewell. and maybe we'll come back. blah blah who can tell? blah blah blah blah light years to go. we're leaving ground. will things ever be blah blah agaaaaaaiiin? it's the final countdown. d-d-duhn-duhn. d-d-du-du-duhn).
Okay, I'm back. I know what you are thinking but the answer is, "NO. It was NOT a mental illness from which I suffered." But I can't swear that my brain didn't fry a little. :-)
Departure Date: 01 February.
Destination: Camp Taji, Iraq
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