Must sleep!
49 clocked hours in four days, plus a dentist appointment yesterday morning means I feel like a zombie. And for all you hunters of the undead out there, this zombie shoots back, so make your first one good.
Still nothing from the Professor, and I mean nothing. Not a photo, a phone call or even a cryptic email. Again, I’d worry about him, but I’ve known him for too long to feel the need. That and he’s topping my fecal roster right about now.
I’m currently in negotiations with his substitute/replacement right now, but we’re still hammering out the minor details, so no booty for you today. But if I can get a few hours of sleep this morning, I should be able to get all that worked out and something set up for tomorrow.
I really want to rant about the assholes protesting outside of Walter Reed, but every time I even think about it, I want to call in an airstrike on that particular busstop.
Also, I’m hoping to get enough free time this weekend to go through the proposed draft of the Iraqi Constitution and things are looking good for that to happen. Watch for it Monday.
Until tomorrow then, ladies and gents. Be good to yourselves, you’re the only you you have.