we're all mixed up but we're alive

It's rained for twenty four hours, steady slow rain soaking everything. It might actually stop tonight, though it won't be as cold as they expected earlier this week. I am glad I won't have to be driving in ice, though I am less than thrilled about the rain. I can't remember why I did that. We're seeing the Good Shepard later today, which doesn't exactly seem like a Christmas type movie but whatever. I don't make these decisions.

I've bagged the Christmas presents up in a garbage sack for the dash to the car. I need to pack a shirt and my toothbrush, so I can spend the night at my mother's house. I put on my boots this morning and found a lighter stuffed in each one. It's day cold, and I really just want to lay on the sofa in a blanket.

Over the past day I've managed to watch all of season three of the Sopranos. No more in the on-demand box. Alas. They have Rome though, and I have video games. It's just cold.

baghdad

Melynda called while I was in the movies. When she said she had something to tell me, I cracked the joke that she shouldn't tell me she's pregnant. When she said it was about Bob, I put the car in park because I almost dropped the phone.

Bob's patrol was hit with an IED this morning. He had shrapnel all over his left side. They had to do surgery in Baghdad, and then again somewhere else when they airlifted him out. He was able to try to call Krista, but she was asleep. I have no idea how bad it is, only that he is alive.

I hadn't looked at the news all day.

I don't even know what to say.

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Oh wait, I do know what to say. FUCK THIS NONSENSICAL WAR ON TERROR BULLSHIT DAMN YOU TO HELL SHRUB.