Yep, I'm sitting next to my sailor.
We just got done checking out of a hotel on the beach.
There was a bag pipe choir staying there, too, so we got free concerts.
On the bad side, something is really really wrong with my left foot, and I can barely walk on it. If I walk on it for more than 10 minutes, I start to cry.
I might need crutches, but I have no money for the doctor. :| Damn you, life.
Oh, and I have about 8 blisters on my feet, but I got to walk around the Harry S. Truman! (Jesus, that ship is huge.)
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