JK.  I am not about to drivel on about the most glorious portion of my anatomy (Alright, JK again...).  I really haven't done much of worth since I got promoted.  Friday I pretty much slept all damn day, just because it's a four day weekend and I was going nowhere...so I could afford to waste a day in bed...About the only notewqorthy thing--I woke up around 12 noon, smoked the last of my cigarettes (for I don't know, the tenth damn time?) and ate lunch before going back to bed and missing dinner.

But I had POPCORN!!!  I've had like four bags of popcorn this weekend.  "I was just having many beers"  (watched SIngles again recently--you know that part where campbell scott is talkign on the payphone at the club--all those ppl banging on the door thinking it's the bathroom--what an amazing anlogy for life...here we are, just trying to communicate something meaningfull-our emotions in this exact case, and other people are fucking it all up in the mistaken impression that you've got something they want and you're hogging it...) I've also had four cups of tea, ummm, make that five, and several several altoids...

I have also, since drinking that bottle of Merlot Thursday nigth with the occasion various person helping, had no alchol and no cigarettes...i've needed something to tie my ass over.  the smokes because lately i've been going through a pack a day almost, and the booze becaue a)i have little money and b) it's only going to make not smoking harder...OH, and c) I need to convince myself I can go without buying alcohol!...I've known since college that I am so easy a border line alcoholic.  I'm not full blown bad like most "classic cases"  but I've driven a few too many times with a few too many drinks, and it has hindered work a couple times...My commander is concerned about me...my LTC thinks I may have a problem (after being todl I was the one given the IV tuesday, he made a comment to CPT Lacy on the effect of "maybe he dehydrated himself the night before" (meaning "got drunk"). 

That LTC and I are supposed to do a run to Holland--probably next week is my guess--it was a wager over a question over Post Driving Priviliges suspension authority...I was right, it's the CG's only, but the colonel thought i was wrong...We all looked it up in the post policy letters and what it says backed me up, but did say commander has the right to request/recommend suspension....OK, so I played the good soldier and simply said "it's a compromise sir, we both win."  To which his question was, "that mean we runtwenty miels--your route AND mine?"  So i asked him what hsi route and told him mine was the same--we could run them concurrently...

So in any case, I'm doing that ten mile run I slept through it seems--just under different circumstances than I had thought...

Father's day last night...well, my gift of Godiva gourmet chocolate coffee cannot in any way top my sister's gift of Caralyn Rose Vomacka-Russell, born June 14th 2000 at 0835. 
7 1/2 lbs, 19 1/4 inches.  Long(ish for a newborn) dark hair and beautiful blue eyes...

So it seems as thought it was good week for the vomackas...

I never got into this debate before, i don't know why or how even, but, here it is...When do you know what path you are fit for in life?  When is it that you can say "I was meant to do *this*" or "*that*" or "something in between"?  Does this little feeling come over you when you realize...or is it just like I think, that so many people just arbitrarily *pick* something or get trapped into something...get the skills they need, and then find out it's not what they really want...yet at which point they have no choice in the matter any longer--no time, no money, no strength left for something new...so they fall into a job and a life they weren't supposed to be.  I know I am by far not the only man afraid to committ myself to a life for these reasons, but how many other 25 year olds are there in this category , of my caliber?
I think about this when I try to picture myself at thirty years old...what in all this world will I be doing then...and will I be able to do it with my heart and my soul...Or will I just be slogging away at some dead end job, trying to figure out how to save money for retirement, how to get away for a break, how to make sense of anything...

*sigh*

it's like I've been having a preemptive mid life crisis since i turned 21 years old...

For years now my parents have been pestering me about grandchildren...I'm still a virgin for crying out loud!  I haven't been in any sort of relationship for almost two years now.  I just don't meet new people very often--plain and simple fact...not that there are many peopel around here worth meeting--even Dan, who has chased just about every skirt he can find, is going as far away as PA and FL for pussy...granted, he and I seem to have some radically different taste in woman...still...

I'm going to go out where some might consider me a fool by saying that in california, I met plenty of both pretty and smart woman all the time...I was usually just too shy to ask any of them on a date is all....here there just is no-one!

and I'm brewing coffee at 2AM...i can't even recollect exactly how long it's been since I've done that.  I've been spending most of the time since christa got on talking with her and jen

and I think I just woke up my roomate with that smell and that noise...hmmm...actually I think he just had to pee...although he did comment on "that smell!"  I couldn't ever be a "true" mormom...no coffee?  no booze?  no smoke?  I would die of health!

eeerrrrmmmmmmm....good brew man!  best best coffee iva made in a while I think...strong, but not too strong...hot, but not too hot...yUm Yum yuM!!!

I'm sitting here in my blue bathrobe..the one i've had since something like my twentieth birthday or so, maybe longer...the one I used to wear all weekend (or weeknight) long while smoking and drinking and coding on my old laptop...cloning DATs for a trade...trying to furiously capture the moment of my life in some media...

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