I have been awake for over 30 hours now. I don't know why, I just don't feel like sleeping. I wonder if I become smarter when I am sleep deprived? Or, If I just become stupid enough to not know how dumb I really am?

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I think I can officialy call myself a semi-pro mover. I have been out of the army for two month, and I have already helped three people move. Now, as I write this, I am getting ready to drive 4 hours to spend the weekend helping a fourth person move. After two months, four thousand miles on my car and way too many sore backs too count, I can say that I am way too fuking nice.
So, If any of you mother fuckers are moving anytime soon don't call me. In fact if you are moving I hate you and I never want to talk to you again!

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I like to think my time in Iraq helped fulfill this mans dream.

"Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater dangers."

--Hermann Goring at The Nuremberg Trials

Sleep well at night little Johnny because this guy is keeping you safe.

For the first time in many years I am sick. I think I might just go to the aid station in the morning. I drank a whole bottle of the pink stuff and I still felt like shit. So, naturaly I tried to drink my pain away. Now, I am just drunk and in pain. If I don't make it through the night I give Bryson my life size blow-up doll, and to Stevens goes the last two Dr. Peppers in my fridge.