Homaigyad.....I'm gonna play my one good emo card for the month starting riiiiight....now:

My nerves are SHOT right now. Today I had a diagnostic PT test out of NOWHERE. Next week my unit is going out to the field for 5 days. 5 days of no running water for showers. 5 days of sharing a tent with about 10 other people who smell just as bad as you do. YAY!! And 2 weeks after that, I have to fly out to Tracy, CA for another week's worth of job related training. And apparently it's gonna be open bays so one big room for about 20 or so people to sleep in. And when I get back, I still have a shitload of work and training to do before my unit deploys. And there's just ever so much more lovely stupidity going on right now, but it just makes my head spin thinking about it. The rage I feel is only outdone by the insane amount of stress I feel right now. Seriously. I just want to cry and never leave my room. *sigh* Angst.

Well, the one up side to the insanity is that last weekend I was FINALLY introduced to the awesomeness that is "Boondock Saints". Willem Dafoe in drag for the effing win.

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