Today is Wednesday- a good day, all things considered. I went to a blood drive this morning, but got turned down. The problem being, I had had a tattoo done in the last 12 months, and it was out of state. The Oklahoma Blood Institute has a list of tattoo parlors they know to be safe. Obviously, somewhere in the far-flung corners of New England was not on their list, though I'd recommend the place- Visual Expressions in East Hartford, CT. Just in case you were wondering.
As a result of this, I found myself kind of at loose ends for most of the day. So I decided to study for the test coming up this afternoon. It would probably be a conscious effort to fail it, but then again, knowing first aid very well never hurts. Besides, it'll give me time to recover from this morning's workout- my knee has been a little sore lately, though I doubt it's anything serious. Probably just overdoing it a tad. That, and it's just too darn hot. I was somewhat glad to find this out, though would have liked to have known that before I went out in it yesterday afternoon! It's been consitently breaking 100 degrees, which does not a comfortable run make. So it's soon back to bang out this test, then pretty much goof off until it's time to (you guessed it) go work out again. Lawton is not the bright center to the universe, but the lack of anything going on means plenty of time to get in shape. Speaking of which, time to get down there shortly- not that the gym's going anywhere, but on the other hand, there is air conditioning.
In other news, I passed all my first-aid requirements, which means at some point before I retire I'll get a certificate saying that I did, in fact, pass the course. Which means I report back to the motor pool tomorrow to make sure it's adequately closed down, squared away and locked up. Which it should be, when you put me in charge of it. After that, it's the weekend, which means... well, not much actually. Probably just wander around town, hang out at the library, or read yet another book. Could be worse, actually. Could be a lot worse. I'm giving some thought to having another tattoo done- perhaps I'm one of the few people who doesn't mind needles. Well, I mean, my idea of a fun evening isn't sitting around poking myself in the arms with needles, but they really don't hurt that much. Either that, or pain doesn't bother me. I hear pain is a relative concept, as it's at least partly in your head. The rest is in your nerves, which are just doing their job. Of course, if you wind up getting really hurt, you go into shock of one type or another, which apparently is a defense mechanism. Interesting! Again, not that I'm planning to go out and get really hurt, I figure it's best to avoid that. On a somewhat related note, get this- it's actually a punishable offense to get a sunburn under the Uniform Code of Military Justice. Why? Damaging government property, ha ha. No, I'm serious. Technically in some sense, that's true. (We're the only government property not manufactured by the lowest bidder...)
At any rate, things continue on much as they always have. I'm plowing onwards towards an inevitable end, and to paraphrase a song,
I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told
For Beelzebub has never seen
A soldier quite like me
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
And I do it all for free
You're all the pay I'll ever need
Now, on to the surreality that constitutes my every day existence!
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