Sweet dreams, sugar britches.

   So last night I finally get to talk to wife online after days of playing on line tag with no dice. Then at 10:33 pm after just beggining my conversation I hear a voice. Not just any voice. Not a human voice. But a voice that not only produced sound but also produced hate, discontent and souless destruction. It was our C.O. "Gooo tooo sleeep" He says to me in the same way I tell my six year old to go to bed. This guy was actually going around and telling people it was bedtime. I'm 30 years old, married with three kids. For all porposes I am an adult. I have responsabilities. The last thing I, as a grown man, needs is another grown man telling me when to go to bed. This deployment is going to be micromanaged so much that command is actually going to tuck us in at night.
   I was so pissed that instead of going to bed at about 10:45 like I had planned I did not get to sleep until about 1 am because all I could think about was how retarded of a thing that was to do. Maybe I should go knock on the C.O's door at two in the morning and ask for a drink of water. Or sneak into his bed at three am and wisper into his ear "I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?" because that's what my six year old does and that is how I feel like I was just treated.