Why Did I Leave the Reagan Again??

This job is killing me. Literally. I've gained about 15 pounds over the last 2 1/2 months, I've got aches and pains coming from places that have never ached or pained before in my life, my hair is going gray at an accelerated rate (translation: you can see more of it), and my bank account hasn't been under this much strain in literally years. 

Ah, welcome to the wonderful world of Navy Recruiting- where the worst day down in the plants is still a walk in the park in comparison. 

On another note, ran into my old friend Kristina Facer- buddy of mine off the Enterprise I've known since Prototype- she runs the nuke office for our district. With the other guy leaving soon, there apparently only 3 real propects to take over his job- and I happen to be one of them. Plus, she's been dropping my name in everybody's ear at Headquarters every chance she gets. I'll find out by the end of September at the latest. 

In the meantime, I'll quite whining and start figuring out when I'm going to start putting together a real entry that's actually worth reading- I just got home about half an hour ago, and I'm waiting for my laundry to finish before I go to bed, so I just wanted to drop a quick note in here, so someday I can look back and kick myself in the ass and yell "I told you so!" into a mirror. 

But enough complaining for one night. I need a glass of water.