Sick & Mad in CHUville

A quick update on my pathetic existence. I have succumbed to a head cold (somehow Sandy and Cooper passed their disease to me over Skype - a new form of computer virus) and went to my CHU to sleep it off. My attempt was perfectly timed as the construction of the CHUville overhead cover must have hit the 'let's drive all the bolts into the I-beams with a ball peen hammer" stage. Having already take the 2 tablespoons of NyQuil when the workers really hit stride, I laid there with noise cancelling headphones on for the next four hours - sleeping all of 15 minutes. Lucky for all, my pistol was at the office with all of my magazines.

Fully awake, I open my laptop to check in with Sandy. No internet. Apparently the gentleman who was dispatched to fix our internet service, injured himself and left without completing the job. I think he is the only employee in Baghdad proper, so we will just wait (all the while paying $3 a day for 156 kbps - about dial up speed from the late 90s). I need him to heal up so I can hurt him.

Rain all night made sleeping in the amazing "aluminum box that captures all noise and amplifies it" a little less than refreshing. But there is good news - heavy thunderstorms in Baghdad may keep the steel workers off the overhead cover long enough for me to get some sleep today. Strangely, I ask you to pray for lightning in Baghdad for the next 6 hours. Unless my CHU isn't grounded...