Heed Not to the Raggamuffin War Machine

Dec 24, 2005 20:43

Yippee motherfucking AIIIEEEEEE!! It is Christmas at McMurdo. . .which means people get drunk, dress like elves and santas and play Red Rover in the middle of the road. . .the road being a path of volcanic dirt that only large wheeled vehicles can properly power through. . .Christmas at McMurdo which means you get together in an oil shed and party all night long. . .or at least until middle aged scientists start dancing to techno music.

We are in the home stretch now. . .if nothing goes wrong in the next few days. . .I'm destined for home on January 3rd. . meaning I would get there to you fine people on the 4th. I think the dorms will still be closed so I'll probably need a place to stay for a few days. . .I've decided that I will miss it here a great deal. . .but it is time to come home. I miss the night. . .I miss green. . .I miss hot wings and dollar beers. . .I miss you guys. . .a whole hell of a lot more than I will find myself missing this place, I'm sure. . .but I'll miss it still. . .just a little. I've written two songs down here. . .and made some strange sounds come out of a guitar.

It seems as if I was going to say something of mild importance in here somewhere. . .but I suppose it wasn't in the cards. Tomorrow I'm going to jog up Observation Hill. . .I dont think I'm quite in shape enough to make it the whole way. . .but I'm gonna damn try. It is a race or something. . .I don't know. . .I want to caving when I get back. . .I have a plan. . .it's a good one too.

Christmas is a strange time when you are forever away from everyone that means something to you. Be good to one another. . .I love you guys
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