Threatcon/FP Charlie
It's eerie around here. I don't like it. Damnit, what am I doing working for the military? The tension is mostly in my head, but it's still there. (Unlike ShimmeringJemmy, I didn't have any trouble. They didn't search my bag, and the only difference was that they checked our ID's at the base gate (which they don't usually do unless I'm on my bike) and they actually looked at my ID when I walked in, rather than just glancing to make sure I was flashing a little card.)
I don't want to be here anymore. I *like* my boss, *like* my research, but I don't want to be on an Air Force Base anymore. I want to go *home*. (And I don't know where home is, even.)
I don't want to be here anymore. I *like* my boss, *like* my research, but I don't want to be on an Air Force Base anymore. I want to go *home*. (And I don't know where home is, even.)