I leave for war (well, fake war) in less than twelve hours. Some people would think that T-12 means it's time to pack.

Me, I think it's time to do laundry. I'm not the only one thinking that.

Caffeine is going to be my friend. Tomorrow, it'll be caffeine + ibuprofin. Tomorrow night, I expect to rest very well, even if I am stuck in a tiny rack. I'm angling to get a top rack this time, if I get one I'll be able to sit up and use my computer in my bunk. (Downside, less privacy, which is no small concern.)

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