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My Life Thus Far
Normalcy Is An Illusion
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At least for me, normalcy is an illusion. Maybe the crap
that keeps coming at me isn't finished yet. I can't
attempt to get back to normal if things don't die down
around me. I can't crawl out of the murk and myre of the
mess I've made until the quicksand of life stops falling
on me. Wow, that was poetic...
The drama de jour is that Snookums wants to come home.
Don't get me wrong. I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to see him. I miss
him like a crack fiend misses the needle, like a whore
misses a trick (no, don't get any ideas, I haven't become
a crack whore). Anyway, I do miss him. That isn't in
question. The problem I'm having with this is that it's
only for two weeks and that isn't from the time he gets
home, that's from the time he leaves the ship, so really
he'll only be spending about a week here, if that. I don't
see how that would be worth all the effort AND if the Navy
doesn't deem it a true emergency, we'd have to pay for it.
I don't deem it a true emergency, so why would they? I
can't figure out if the whole coming home thing came up
because Snookums is looking for any way off the ship or if
it's his upperclassmen making things out to be more than
they are. I'm okay, as okay as can be expected and I DON'T
need him here. I'd rather wait it out like every other
wife that's husband is on the Stennis and see him in late
August or early September on that pier. Thin, happy and
well-medicated. Instead of pudgy, bleeding and half insane
(oh, I let something slip. It still isn't enough
information to figure it out, but I guess it'll keep you
reading :)
I think I'll order pizza. So much for getting back on
track. I've got 20 pounds to lose just to get back to
where I was a few months ago, what's a little pizza? Pizza
and pain pills. Good combination. Ciao.
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