On the up side my friends (Leah and Matthew) will be pleased to hear that I will be able to bight on tin foil for at least another six months. On the down side, I just came back from having four teeth pulled. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was, and it sure didn't seem to last the entire two hours. That's a half-hour per tooth, for a total surgery time of -8- EIGHT Aqua Teen Hunger Force episodes! No drills, just a lot of crunching, popping, and forceps grinding. Now my face is hanging at the cheeks like a Mongoloid, you should see me do my sling blade now. mmm hmm. However I won’t be able to enjoy biscuits and gravy for a few days, they did however give me a thing of Enfamil.
Last March or maybe even April there was a knock on our door. The red light shone through and the smell escaped the hallway as we opened it up to greet our knocker. Mary the lady to content in her bliss to escape the tragedy that was her every day life, had brought us a bunch of cans of Enfamil for our new son. I thought it was a nice gesture and though Leah was a little snooty when she threw the cans out immediately after our visitor wandered back down into the rot infested structure that was our dilapidated farmhouse. Enfamil is what the government gives to our children to help their parent's financially. I opened a can to show her it was as good as our name brand baby product. With the plastic lid popped off and the metal seal pulled back the powder erupted into my face where my nose told me I was severely mistaken. I look forward to my single serving size of chocolate milk Enfamil.

"We don't have Yellow Fever, you'll have to come back tomorrow."

Yellow fever is an ailment that I associate with the Oregon Trail.

I am supposed to be at indock today, other than the next step to leaving here I'm not sure what that is. I wasn't able to go because I was supposed to get -9- shots today over on the Recruit Training Center side. Those recruits looked so sad. Moreover, stupid I suppose. That’s one downfall of the American society lessening their brain activity over the past few decades, the people who sign up to defend their right of stupidity are usually worse off than the norm. I swear to god every person I saw on the other side today was from Belleville, or at least had ancestral ties there. So as you can see I in today's first statement I wasn't able to get my shots.
Here's where the problem ferments. At thirteen hundred today I am supposed to have oral surgery, to get anywhere from two to four teeth pulled. Normally, I am told after such an operation the patient is put on SIQ for three days. SIQ means sick in quarters, military folk have a hard time with double syllable words so we use a lot of acronyms. So, If I am SIQ for three days that means I can't get shots until Monday, which means I can't 'INDOCK' until Tuesday. Which means I'll never get out of Oz. My only hope is to bear it tomorrow, get my shots, and hopefully be able to catch the next INDOCK cycle on Monday.
I look forward to seeing my wife this weekend. I'll let you know how everything else goes.
Anchors Away Boys!