Ok there was going to be a War post, but really there isn’t much to say. War rocked. I finally stopped being a idiot and just camped in the place I belonged. I did what I wanted. I hung out with who I wanted to. I ignored the rest. Life was good. Life was even perfect. Why? Because I passed on all the damn drama.

Sarah and I managed to exceed even our wildest expectations with Girls’ Night Out. I never hit bottom. I never said “fuck this shit I want to go home.” I worked when I wanted to. Played when I didn’t. I was actually sorry to leave to site. I met new people. I bonded with old friends.

There you go. My War update.

Last week? I busted ass trying to find a new house. I had to bust ass because I really needed to have a few picked out by the time Jeff’s plane landed. Normally I would have been incredibly excited to see Jeff except this time I knew the only reason why he was here is so he could take me to the hospital. I had ThatThing removed yesterday. You know ThatThing, the one that looks strangely like a tumor. When I woke up they told me everything went really well, they also promised that they managed to remove ThatThing without removing my entire thumb. However I have yet to actually see (or for that matter feel) my thumb, so I think they may be lying to me.

I had planned on getting my haircut today as a pat on the back for being such a good girl while they cut off my thumb, but as it turns out I’m still having a bit of a problem staying upright for more than say… 5 minutes. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, we have appointments at 4 houses. All of which are stupidly expensive. All of which are still in Hell. Something isn’t right with this plan.

This Week? More with the housing/packing situation. Less with the dreaming about the random man from War while sleeping next to a warm fiancée. Yeah, those are my goals. Mighty lofty of me, huh?

Oh, and maybe finish my laundry. Maybe.