To the moon and back;

I need to get rid of my old jeans/shorts that are size 0. Either donating them or giving them away but I have no intentions of fitting them again. Speaking of, I need to go re-up my supply of high-calorie snacks and high-protein shake mix. Between shifts perhaps.

p.s. Hey G-dub, give my Caseybear a break so he can email me gosh. Big butt.

I hate that I have become so used to the intense loneliness that comes along with deployments. That I handle not getting an email from you for days at a time so well and not hearing your voice for months like that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We deserve a little luck after all the hard work we’ve put into this, into you and I. Soon, I hope.

Looking at ideas for how to color in my roses. Considering biting the bullet and doing it Tuesday when I get everything else touched up so my arm will be nice and complete for when I see Caseybear.

Dear end of August,

Get here already, shit Tyrone.

Impatiently waiting (like always),
Nicol