I flew home last night, on Continental – and the bastards lost my luggage. When I boarded the tiny aircraft, I somewhat assumed I’d arrive home without my clothes. Fortunately I wasn’t stupid enough to pack my laptop, or any of my other valuable items in my checked bag. My plans aren’t exactly solid right now – at some point I’m going to get to see Amanda. If I get my luggage back soon, my broken ipod will be shot. Naturally I will take photographs – before and after. Maybe I’ll get another motorcycle while I’m here, something small to keep at home so I have wheels when I’m here.

edit: Well I’m home – I got my luggage back, so at least that went alright. Probably will not see Amanda, but at least I got to enjoy some Paulaner, steak, and time with my family. I won’t be this way again for quite a while – anyone wishing to see me is more than welcome to either drive to FBGA, or fly to ATL and I’ll pick you up. Otherwise, Christmas – and if I’m lucky Aug ’07 I’ll get out of the Army on time.

edit2: I did get to see Amanda :) Not for very long, but whatever – any time is better than no time.