Ok, ok, it's only been two weeks. I really do remember what a computer looks like. I'm still capable of typing too.
So, here I sit, daintily, at the Fort Benning Library paying bills and getting denied access to myspace.com. The atmosphere outside is cold. Cold and damp. Freezing cold and damp. A light drizzle has been in effect all day and now street lamps cast quivering dashes of yellow across the tops of parking lot puddles. The sight reminds me of a painter's brush of water color.
"The library will be closing in 12 minutes", a voice calls to my right. I turn to see an older woman with a baby blue shirt looking in my direction. The greenish stains down her front are amusing. Was she busy painting up the scene outside when she accidentally spilled the yellow of the street lamps down her shirt. Is she really the goddess of inky nights who has taken up hiding in this small library? Or are the stains simply that of a toddler vomitting his recently emptied bottle onto her toddler blue shirt?
Sergeant school has been interesting. I was extremely bitter about the prospect at first, but upon realizing that I must accept those things that I cannot change I decided that a more positive attitude would be better suited for overcoming these four trying weeks in my life.
Life is routine. Life is Army. There are no fantastic bicycles to ride, no snowboards. Just 0430 formations and Airborne school standing proudly across the street. February 2nd will be a good day.
The library is closed.