I just woke up and it's still early, so maybe I'll go back and change my elective. I had the opportunity to take a class aboard a spyplane which was outfitted with some state of the art artillery but also had a nice mess kitchen on board.
I was told that I'd be taking the weapons systems class, but at the last minute I was placed in the more fluffy home-ec section. I'd be using a whisk and scrambling eggs rather than sighting and targeting enemy bases from the flying classroom.
I was a little bummed and wanted to dispute my placement, but after consideration, it seemed it might be for the best. I was not cut out for the war anyways, and they knew it.
I'd previously been spending my time looking for rare jazz records instead of identifying the enemy spyplanes that were making a mockery of our ground team by displaying a rather gaudy light show on their undercarriage while flying over our school low and slow.
Ok. Pee and back to sleep. It ain't over yet.
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