Sep 05, 2009 21:51
I love my family. I love everything about the last 16 days. I don't want to go back to New York tomorrow and I don't want to go to Iraq.
I'm no coward. I'd never consider shirking my responsibilities at this point, but...
I just can't forget that if this were five years ago or so, I'd already be getting excited about Christmas. Instead, I forgot it was my birthday until about 2 o'clock today while I was sitting in a pew at my grandpa's wedding resenting the pastor for calling his new wife his soul mate.
Maybe I can sleepwalk through the next 14 months and wake-up on the flight back to the states.
That would be great.
Oh, and seriously. Only eight facebook happy birthdays? I am clearly bad at social networking.
- so do all who live to see such times