Sometimes I get so wrapped up in what I'm doing that an hour can go by and I don't even notice. That's what happened to me tonight: I lost track of time at work and missed supper. There are multiple factors which led to my tactical error: (a) the DFAC (dining facility/chow hall) closes at 20:30; (b) the bus only runs twice an hour; and (c) I was busy. Usually, I leave in time to catch the 18:12 bus, then return at 19:12. The latest I can catch the bus is 20:12 and still get a hot meal (drop off is at 20:20). Maybe I should set the alarm on my watch.
Don't get me wrong, I got food...if you call a sandwich on stale wheat bread, crisps, and a box of orange juice 'food'. At least it gave me some calories. My biggest disappointment isn't that I lost out on getting a hot meal. Rather, I regret I didn't get the chance to partake of my new favorite nightly indulgence. No, not rich, chocolaty Ovaltine and animal crackers. Nay, nay. Say hello to my new fav: a giant scoop of Baskin Robbins vanilla ice cream topped with an excessive helping of blueberry and whipped cream layer cake. Ooohhh, yeah!
But what, you may ask, was I doing that would keep me away from my evening rendezvous with such a scrumptious delight? Well, I think I'll save such a mundane topic for a later update to AGTI (working title, "What the hell does Abi do all day, anyway?"). Instead, tonight I'd rather just pine for my Sweet.
I thought I was your sweet, j
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