I live in a trailer, so that makes it even more interesting.
I
love the sound of rain, of thunder, and watching the patterns the wind creates in rainfall as it lands. So naturally I was thrilled when I heard the booms from my bunk by the open window. I grabbed one of the many ancient computer chairs and took it back to one of the mini-porches, made a caraffe of tea (Chai - it felt like that kind of morning), took my pipe and my iPod for some easy listening and watched the rain fall and clouds spin around for an hour or so.
love the sound of rain, of thunder, and watching the patterns the wind creates in rainfall as it lands. So naturally I was thrilled when I heard the booms from my bunk by the open window. I grabbed one of the many ancient computer chairs and took it back to one of the mini-porches, made a caraffe of tea (Chai - it felt like that kind of morning), took my pipe and my iPod for some easy listening and watched the rain fall and clouds spin around for an hour or so. Of course the good times couldn't last long - sirens started going off all around base, and pretty soon we had staff sergeants running around, telling everyone to up and go to the stupid
basements in the regular barracks accross the street. So I grabbed up my laptop (hell, if my trailer is gonna be toasted, I want to take some stuff with me, right?) and joined the running crowd towards Echo company, and spent a good deal of time sitting in hot and crowded basement illuminated by chem lights, ignoring everyone and listening to Marrocan music.
Other news. I got busted for having a beer in my locker, and am confined to barracks for a while (except in emergencies like this), and I don't have a broken femor, I have a broken ischium in my pelvis. Cool. I hope to get out of this place soon...
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