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Sat, Mar. 12th, 2005, 10:42 am

So my boy is gone for the next three months, sans the one week that has already passed. He shipped out for boot camp this past Sunday. After a few good cries and lots of extensive letter writing, I think I'm good, at least capable of dealing with said scenario.

Unfortunately, my computer is currently malfuctioning in such a fashion that my monitor is unrecognized by my system so I'm updating this from a friend's house. There won't be any kind of steady flow, but this community is the most likely to receive my updates for the next couple of weeks.

I miss him terribly, more because unlike him, I'm unable to simply look at this as a solid block of time. He sees three months; I see three months as a prelude to four years. I think I'm just being morose. Realistically we'll both have time off in which we can visit. He's taken a job as administration so he'll be outside of regular combat situations and I understand that he can take care of himself, but I just can't get past the sheer volume of time involved in this. Yes, four years is a relatively short period of time when compared to the average life span, but it's a relatively long period of time compared to the fact that it is approximately one quarter of my life to date.

Wonderful, he's reduced me to sounding emo.

At any rate, my ride is swiftly approaching and I'm sure my yammerings on should come to an end so I bid you all farewell. Never fear, you'll be hearing from me again, though whether that falls under the category of threat or promise I couldn't tell you.