NOW i've got a hangover.

my body knows *just* when it's all good. i feel like shit.

i struggled out of bed, had coffee, and bussed to the base. it's good when the base is close to home. i met the kid at the gate, and we traipsed (no sam, it doesn't hurt too much) to the secretariat. i was all excited, so we had a good laugh with them.

we then went to find this person who was supposed to interview us. let's call her UB. you know what it stands for. and it's not ultra or uber or anything positive like that.

so we find her, and ask for <insert UB's name here>. she tells us to go inside. we're then told that UB is out, but as it's all merely bureaucratic anyway, she'll just sign the forms and we'll be on our way. the kid's okay with that. i'm not. i'm going to be interviewed, dammit. i don't WANT to go back.

so my form's not signed, and i'm going back in the morning for that interview. the kid and i had breakfast with a friend of his from the induction base (i'd forgotten he served there first), and i discovered that the conditions for those not seconded like i've been are as i thought. sounds promising. and UB is in charge of placement. which means that if i'm nice to her (and i'm sure she's not used to that, she's really 'orrible), i may get exactly what i've been looking for.

theoretically i could have called it a day, but our not-quite TL (i'm officially not in that unit right now) was being a bitch, and on the hopefully extremely slim chance that i won't succeed in my mission, i may as well do what i'm told for the meanwhile.

on our way to our up-until-now base, i ran into someone i studied with during my final year. bastard. he's STILL studying, he's serving 6 months in total, and even that's only 3 days per week. WTF?!?! that's just WRONG.

today was a hard day of gta and cafeteria. and that really does cover it all. i didn't do a stitch of work, because quite frankly the work is pointless and stupid and i'm delaying it until i absolutely HAVE to. hopefully i won't be staying, and i won't ever absolutely HAVE to. that would be nice.

please, lord. i've suffered enough. the last 5.5 years have been hell on earth (although there have been some good bits). i'd really appreciate a bit of a break.

i even got drunk last night, just like i was supposed to.

i spent an hour or so shooting the breeze with some guards, and that totally adorable french girl. then i got the bus home. now that i've showered and watched the rest of serenity, i'm off to mmf's to sleep and clear out.

serenity. wonderful. stunning. fantastic. i feel that there was too much in it, though. i find it hard to not compare a possible second-season with the matrix sequels. and before anyone gets offended - what i mean is that the first matrix was so well done (aside from the superman stunt at the end), that the rest just followed a formula. firefly doesn't deserve that kind of treatment.