there used to be a time, we'll call it the first 23 years of my life, when i was content to be lazy. i could laze around in my bed or chair for days, weeks even, just hanging out watching tv and playing games. now, i come back to my CHU for a couple days of relaxing and watching movies, and i find myself wishing i could go out on patrol on a known route, just so i'd be doing something. sad, very sad.
also, i haven't exactly been known as a clean freak. anyone who's ever seen my room knows this. but since i joined the army, i find myself actually wanting to keep my room clean. doesn't mean i actually do it, but the thought is there. eh, not even the army can work miracles.
I seem to be recalling an instance when Heather and I decended on your room and cleaned it in a whirlwind fashion in order to make it fit for human occupation.
ReplyDeletehmmm... don't recall that. i remember you taking my organized pile of stuff in one location, and making it a disorganized pile in a different location. i couldn't find stuff for weeks.
ReplyDeleteThat's because the "organized pile of stuff in one location" was your trash. You couldn't find it because we threw it away.
ReplyDeleteI'm not even going to mention the bed on wheels...oops, looks like I did.