I'm Glad

Right. So this new place I am at is even better than before. It is awesome. I'm not sure if it is the no laundry or showers or the snakes and spiders, but it is awesome. I am happy. I'm not even mad about it. In fact, I like it so much, that when I get out of the Army, I am thinking of moving here to spend the rest of my days. I gave up sarcasm for lent, and it's working out really well.
So, I am going to jail. Not so much jail as prison. But why split hairs at this point? I am not going to jail for any evil or wrong doing. Just following my heart. Which the Army believes it can dictate. But which it can't. But which it can dictate where it will live. And that is dependant upon the sentencing I guess. Please don't worry. It's going to be a really funny story in like 20 years or so.
Real funny.
In even better news, I have been here 7 months now, and I am no closer to going home than when it started. This is great. I love it here. I especially love it when a house explodes on your friends and you get tiny pieces to remember them by blows down your throat and in your pockets and down your shirt. The most wonderfull feeling is showering after that because tiny pieces of them wash down the clogged drain.
But Iraq is freer than ever and it's totally worth it.
Fuck lent.