Dream of Waking

I’m home. In my parents’ house. Katie’s here. I’m sleeping alone.

I’ve gone down there four times now and she won’t even talk to me.

And I was hardly around to enjoy it. 8 months in Georgia sure sounds like a long time but it didn’t feel like it. It feels like I never left even.

I’m being stationed very close to home. Probably as close as I could get. It’s nice because I won’t have far to move but then I’m also not really going anywhere outrageous. I was hoping for that elusive Alaska assignment, which one kid in my AIT class got, but it escaped me.

This has been a very lucretive christmas. A new motherboard, a new keyboard, Painkiller, Homeworld 2, a book of daily Buddhist reflections, volumes 2 and 3 of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, and a pile of candy. Xerxes’ motherboard is shot (AGP slot’s gone rotten) so full replacement of the mobo, processor, RAM, and video card are in order. Thank god for that steady Army paycheck and ready availability of any credit card of my choosing. I’ll spend a good chunk of tomorrow cleaning out Xerxes’ case and mounting the new motherboard.

Anyway. Here’s to another fun year!

I’m home. For about a month. 17DEC04 till 15JAN05.

This entry brought to you by Jim Carroll Band’s “People Who Died”, the exit music to 2004′s Dawn of the Dead, an excellent mistitled film.

“Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin’ on some bikers
He said, hey, I know it’s dangerous,
but it sure beats Riker’s
But the next day he got offed
by the very same bikers “