~*14 - Furlough*~
Some insufferable doctor with far too much grease in his hair informed me I need to take a week off. AS IF HE COULD MAKE ME. As I politely informed him that he was wrong and an idiot, I passed out.
It seems that my 3-hours-of-sleep-a-night-2-pots-of-coffee-a-day schedule has finally betrayed me. But during the war there was so much I had to do that I didn't have TIME for sleep or slowing down, and after there's so much reconstruction to be done that I've been politely giving Blue Moon troops orders about because I'm very knowledgeable about this.
And it seems that yellow-jumpsuit-clad-foppish-QUACK has decided I need a week of rest because at my age I shouldn't be doing these sorts of things anymore.
I politely told him, again, my thoughts on the matter, and it seems I passed out a second time in the middle of it all.
I suppose I finally understood the merits of his proposal. I'll be going back to Blue Moon for a week to recuperate back home, in the comfort of my own home. I should be back in time for graduation.
It pains me to say this.
GRIT, YOU LAZY OAF, you're in charge of things while I'm gone. If I find you've let up on the Blue Moon Army reconstruction efforts by the time I get back I'll have your beard on my trophy wall.
Colin, you're still in charge of Private Lighter while I'm gone as well. Remember to give him daily orders, idle hands are the devil's something-or-other. Just keep him busy with the reconstruction.
Private Lighter, do whatever Colin tells you to do. Try to keep the doctors from locking you up again, like they're doing to me.
It seems that my 3-hours-of-sleep-a-night-2-pots-of-coffee-a-day schedule has finally betrayed me. But during the war there was so much I had to do that I didn't have TIME for sleep or slowing down, and after there's so much reconstruction to be done that I've been politely giving Blue Moon troops orders about because I'm very knowledgeable about this.
And it seems that yellow-jumpsuit-clad-foppish-QUACK has decided I need a week of rest because at my age I shouldn't be doing these sorts of things anymore.
I politely told him, again, my thoughts on the matter, and it seems I passed out a second time in the middle of it all.
I suppose I finally understood the merits of his proposal. I'll be going back to Blue Moon for a week to recuperate back home, in the comfort of my own home. I should be back in time for graduation.
It pains me to say this.
GRIT, YOU LAZY OAF, you're in charge of things while I'm gone. If I find you've let up on the Blue Moon Army reconstruction efforts by the time I get back I'll have your beard on my trophy wall.
Colin, you're still in charge of Private Lighter while I'm gone as well. Remember to give him daily orders, idle hands are the devil's something-or-other. Just keep him busy with the reconstruction.
Private Lighter, do whatever Colin tells you to do. Try to keep the doctors from locking you up again, like they're doing to me.