Just another Mise a Jour.

I've not really had a lot of time to post and stuff, but that's a given sort of; I'm sure you've all really come to expect that of me by now, and it's a little saddening to presume that, but it's also an accurate assessment so there's not really much I can do about it beyond pout over you being correct, apologize, and write when I can.

Today's going to be a good day - I woke up and got EVERYTHING I needed done.
I was so in the zone that I sort of forgot about showing up to Muster, which has net me a Double-Watch next Thursday, but seeing as we're understaffed and they're passing out Double-Watches to people who didn't mess-up, I'm not particularly phased.

I sort of want to ask if it's at all possible for me to take someone else's watch so that they can actually HAVE a weekend, but I have a sneaky suspicion Turner and Kobak aren't hearing any of it - they reprint the Watchbills too much as it is. All the same, I'm going to give it a shot and see if I can't arrange for it.

I've got a good deal I need to do today: I've got to enroll my wife in DEERS today at lunch or so.
My critical evaluation of Greece's political state is mostly done, so I'm not particularly sweating asking for time to do some in the middle of work.

I've also got to get my hair Man-Shou'd again.
For the record, if any of you care to have that haircut, the recipe for it is:
"Shave the sides, half an inch on-top."
Now, you, too, can be a dashing tiger.


I had a hell of an evening last night; it was just splendid.
After a night of Corehunting, and doing okay on Avyon Court despite it being my very first time ever playing, I spent the entire day lovesick and mushy before topping it off with a literal evening of posting pictures of butts with Felis, Leigh, and Eric. 

THE ASS WAS FAT.

 Today's To-Do List, for my self-reference, is:

• Visit TSC at Lunch.
• Haircut.
• Assemble Resume.
• Assemble Brief.
• Iron Peanutbutters.
• Muster 1800.
• Muster 2030.
• Verify Dutyswap.
• Stock back up on coffee. 

DID ZACK GET ANYTHING DONE TODAY?: 

You bet your cuss I didn't!

I spent all afternoon assembling my own imaginary orders while our Battalion took twenty minutes to muster, removing ANY WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY I HAD to do ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING.

ONE CREW, ONE SCREW. 

HOOYAH, NAVY.