Toasted Marshmallow Day/Red Telephone Day
2006-08-30 @ 9:55 p.m.

Am halfway through Nabokov's Despair, and it feels really pretentious. Don't get me wrong, I like Nabokov's work, but somehow, this one just doesn't go down to well with me. Guard duty on Friday, so that kind of sucks. I'm taking tomorrow off though, so at least I get to escape the latest reprofiling and its attendant demands for slave labour. Have decided to go for the barbeque on Saturday, which means I've got something fun to do this weekend. Kind of looking forward to the next batch of platoons and their lessons. You can only bum so much in camp before you realise that it's kind of crappy to bum in a place like that, simply because you've got no other choice. It was great while it lasted, and the cycle will probably repeat itself after every batch of trainees, right until I ORD in December 2007. That's perversely amusing. I think too much to be a happy NSF.