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Alright so a couple of things regarding the picture above. First and foremost that me holding a bottle of Leinkugels Honey Weiss beer in my hand, and yes I am in Japan while holding it. It was like sweet honey nector to my lips. Not completely sure where it was aquired from, but I did not care one bit. Any piece of home is home enough from me. The second point I wanted to explain is the mustache. As you all might have noticed unless you were very blind, I am in fact growing out a mustache. Why is this you may ask? Well, we are calling it the "training stache." I have many things on my plate, and room for a girlfriend is not really one of them. So, I grow out this ugly little lip rug to totally deter them away from me. Even if I'm flirting with them, I simply do one of my Ari Gold nose rubs, and then I'm reminded that even if I played my cards perfectly, this conversation will not close with me getting a phone number, etc. No fear, come this march I will be shaving this bad boy off until the next time I need another tool of motivation.

I couldn't think of anything clever for this week's blog post title. I will leave it up to the reader to decide what is best put there this week. Pretty normal week I think for the most part. Scratch that, nevermind. On Monday I had an optomistrist appointment. I needed it to help complete my dive physical. The whole physical isn't completely done, but it getting closer and closer. Anyway, I saw the optomitrist for the first time, and he went and dialated my eyes. Personally my eyes are a touchy thing in the first place as I'm sure most people would agree. They are kind of important, and I get flincy when they're being as jagged around with as they were. So he put in the drops, and sent me on my way for 20 minutes for the medicine to work. I walked into the pharmacy to do my job, and I could not read a medicine bottle to save my life. It was a rather scary feeling. Turns out though that the eyes are good to go, duh.

Wednesday I woke up and decided to PT that afternoon. So I sat at my computer for an extra half hour on youtube watching motivating videos. A lot of Ari Gold clips, but some other stuff too. When I walked out of my apartment at 0500, I quickly noticed something was wrong. There was white stuff all around me. It had been a long time since I've seen this white stuff. We Wisconsinites call it "snow." In the course of the night it snowed 3". I heard rumors that Sasebo shuts down at the slighest sight of snow, so I had to call the Good Chief to be certain if work was cancelled or not. Much to my dismay the clinic was the only command on base open because it was "critical." Of course no one showed up except for the drug addicted assholes who were tweeked out on their vicodin, tramadol, and percocet. Luckily though I was sent home at noon. What did I do instead of going straight home like I was supposed to? I went to the gym and got some.



Thursday I was on duty at Hario. It sucked, but I got to watch a lot of good movies like First Blood, the Self-Destruction of the Ultimate Warrior, and the first part of The Sting before I feel asleep. As a side not I watched a lot of decent movies this week. I also watched Dirty Harry, Beverly Hills Cop, and House of Sand and Fog. Very good selections for Cal. Oh, and I finished watching The Sting. There were no incidents Thursday night.

Friday night was quiet. I didn't do anything really worthy of mentioning. Saturday was a little different story. First of all I watched "The Hurt Locker." Extremely motivating movie, and if everyone else asks me what EOD is, I will just refer them to that movie. After the movie though Kristoph called me and asked him to join me downtown at the bars. Darryl was going to just stay at my place that night because he had duty in Hario and he was there to watch the movie with men and my old roommate, Nick. Well, Darryl was conned into being the DD. I got to the bars and hit it hard. I'm not going to tell you how much I spent, but it was a only a two digit number.

The pictures above has a small side story. We were leaving, and Darryl gets this funny idea to tell me we can't leave until I do 3 pull-ups. This is the only one I can muster. It was that good of a night. I knew it was that good of a night when I woke up the next morning. Despite my pounding head, I still made it to run a personal swim workout with LT Doyle. She swam 3 sets of 15min consecutive swims, and each set she her PRT score faster and faster. I doubt LT Doyle would ever see this, but keep the good work.

Sunday night I played a little poker with the dive locker. Kristoph invited me to hang out with those guys. Pretty good time. Plus I came out on top $10 which made for a successful night. Those guys didn't get ridiculously over the top how the guys at the clinic get. I liked it. That wasn't the highlight of my Sunday though. Before I left to play poker I ended up talking to Katie McMorrow. Now if the name McMorrow sounds familiar it should because my big brother Bob's last name is McMorrow. It is Bob's niece. I knew Katie way back before I moved to Tennessee. Well, when I was in Virginia was the last time we talked. I asked why she was up so late (it was 0300 in Wisconsin at the time) and she asked the same thing, "it's 4am where you are!" Apparentely I didn't tell her I was in Japan! She was really fun to talk to, but I think she was just being nice.

That brings me to this Monday. Why am I writing a post on a Monday? Well, because today is MLK Day, and I didn't have work. Though I was on call I didn't get called in. That is good and bad. Good for obvious reasons, but bad because the only reason I left my apartment was to febreeze my car. If I would have been called in I would have a) thrown out my garbage and b) went and PTed. Oh well.

Morale is high as always. I'm going to just keep on keeping on. Looking forward to another motivating week...and the half marathon on Sunday. Dun dun dunnnn