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that was fun, i enrolled in tri-care this morning. let me paint the picture for you. i am beautifully hung-over, disheveled hair, greasy face, chapped lips, slept in clothes, the whole bit. on top of that ethan's cats slept on my hoodie. and i am missing a chunk of my eyebrow, it got smudged off in my sleep. i was such a rock star this morning. i am so out of place when i go on base, i feel like a leper, it's great. i don't think i slept at all, steve's bottom bunk is uncomfortable and squeaky. so there i was wandering around base trying to get all this insurance shit done, the only place i felt at home was in my car. i am an unwashed heathen. i stopped at a gas station and got the "gee, you look neat" thing from the lady at the register. she also questioned whether i would take out some of my piercings when i have kids. that was nice. and they always ask the same question "do you just like pain?" and to that i reply that i am actually the worlds biggest wuss and only put up with the pain because i want the piercing that bad, it's the same with the tattoos. i don't look like your typical military wife. and yes, if you ask to see the artwork i will show you, depending on context. i showed my robots to one of the guys in the tri-care office, you could see half of the because of the cut of my shirt anyway. i don't know, i can still taste the whisky in the back of my throat. and no amount of gatorade and breath mints is taking that one away. my shrink says i am behaving badly. i love the sound of that. he just doesn't get it, the delirious ridiculousness of my very existence. he doesn't get it, poor him, if he had it my way he might actually like it. my mom thinks he's hot too. i feel fabulous in a sick way. i need some sleep, badly. i love this life, it's hectic and totally fucked, but i lust for it.