The little bro still seems to be happier in Iraq then in Germany. There's really no accounting for it, he gripes and he bitches about it, but overall he sounds happier. I find this quite odd, but as long as he returns in one piece, alive and uninjured... who am I to judge?

Me on the other hand, I'm still trying to find a job. I love waking up in the middle of the night wondering how the hell I'm going to pay rent. It's great fun. I soothe my nerves by reading copious amounts of fanfiction and someday I will get around to writing that long drawn out rant about fanfiction- what makes it good, what makes it bad and what people can do to improve their writing. Someday, until then I guess I will have to appease myself by trying not to gouge out my eyes when I run across something that could have been really good, had the author not slaughtered it. Maybe fanfiction isn't so good for my nerves after all...

hmm, I should probably go pay my bills now with the money I borrowed from my little brother (what a horrible human being I am, borrowing money off a guy in a war zone. Although, he did offer and he really doesn't need it right now. Apparently there's not much to buy where he is *g*)