texts: I couldn't have slept tonight anyhow. </s> <s> You're leaving tomorrow? </s> <s> In less than twelve hours I'll be on my way. </s> <s> That's when the real strain starts. Three weeks on a troopship.  Poor baby. </s> <s> Dear, sweet Hawkeye.
labels: Though I guess who it'll really be rough on is your husband.