Staff Duty Sundays

Question...What time did I go to bed last night?
Answer...2:30 AM.
Question...What time did I have to work today?
Answer...8 AM. (Do the math...I had to get up at 7 to get ready)
Um, that left me with 4.5 hours of sleep. How about no, Scott. I'll pass...
So today I'm on duty from 8 AM to 8 AM tomorrow. 24 hours in a small room...I will tell you what I do have though...A TV with sorta cable and a DVD player, a sketch book with some oil pastels and wax crayons, music, a couple books, and an imagination. Wait, scratch the imagination part. This room has sucked my will to live and with it went the imagination. I have gone to eat a few times today and go to the gym so it's not like I'm at a prison camp, although lately the Army has started to feel more and more like a prison. When I finally get out I'm going to publish memoirs and it's going to be a total hit on the Army and it's lack of skills in the area of personnel care. What it comes down to is, I don't feel loved by the Army. The Army has never hugged me. I want a hug, damnit. Bastards.
Well, now that I've successfully wasted 10 minutes of the 12 hours I have left, wait I'm an idiot...I have 14 left. This room apparently also makes me stupid. Great...I'm going to have to go read Machiavelli to regain the lost brain cells. Leave me a message here so I don't go insane...