Miscalculation. Whoops!
So…my dumbass considered a three wise men one shot…not three…so when I was trying to figure out why I felt like ass today, I didn’t think I drank that much…whoops. I had *at least* three wise men…in addition to some tequilla, a lot of ameretto sours, and who knows what else…I had fun though, and that’s the important part, right?
Rightttt…and that’s why today, my vomit count is up to 5 and still rising…I think it’s a mix of all the alcohol and the nerves…tomorrow is d-day when I head to Ft. Leonard Wood…I don’t know if I’ve said it at all, which is really rude and I was raised better, but I completely appreciate all the support and encouragement my bb.com friends have given me…I know I’ll be fine (Hell, I’ll be better than fine. I’ll be fan-effin-tastic!) but it’s a whole new world to me and there are a lot of things I worry about. I’m worried about Robert, a lot. More than I should be, I think. He only has about five months left over there…and then he comes back to me, to start us. That’s my light at the end of this tunnel - I’ll be a Soldier marrying the love of my life…yay!
…just breathe, Chelsea. BREATHE!
