We're getting ready to leave for California next week for another round of training. The past few weeks have been absolutely ridiculous, and I haven't gotten off work before seven in at least 10 days. Not so bad, you might think, but keep in mind that we go to work at 0430, before most of you have even turned in from a heavy night of drinking.
I'll be gone for 38 days, in which time I'm supposed to be able to check email and internet on occasion. To be honest, this might be the last post you ever see from me; in case you haven't heard, the military has introduced a formal rule that requires all bloggers in a warzone to formally notify the commanders that they intend on keeping a journal. I'm not going to identify myself, so the big question is whether or not I want to actually keep doing this and risk UCMJ punishment, or just stop doing it. Either way, I'm keeping a journal so that, upon my return, I can publish it, either as an ebook or with a big house. Writing has been extremely therapeutic for me and I have been medication-free for five weeks, following a relapse with Ambien. I stopped everything cold turkey, and life has been better for it, so I guess the big draw with me being a crazy soldier on medication and talking shit about everyone is probably over, and I'll go back to having one reader a day anyway.
It's all good. I'll still be maintaining a journal online....you'll just never be able to guess that I was WIR for a time.
Friday, July 01, 2005