So that's how it's gonna happen...

Yep, I'm gonna die in Iraq. Not by bullet, blade, or boom. No, Big gigantic fucking Marine.

Here is how you commit suicide in Iraq and make it look like natural causes. Find a big long legged Marine that's trying to lose weight and loves PT. Then while he is away from his desk take a piping hot, Cinnabon covered with extra icing and place it on his desk. You will die the next day. I am not excited about going in to work 2 hours early to run. Not at all.

On another note, I am going to be at CEXC for another month now. Kinda stoked about it. It keeps me occupied and once I'm done with my board I am going to start floating around the entire cell to the different labs. I also get to poke at a big bear of a Marine with a stick and run away.

Well, that's all I have for now. If I should die tomorrow Connie, please take care of my girl. Thanks.