Everyone stayed up too late last night because we were all so jazzed about getting to tour the Death Star.  Also, no one happened to mention the Death Star clock was set to the Central Alpha Centari time zone.  So guess which unit woke up an hour early?  We all show up an hour early for breakfast — Canteen not even open yet, but guess who gets his coffee early.  Yup.  With extra foam.

First workout was grueling.  Not like yesterday.  Today was just SCREAM at the recruits.

“WHAT PLANET YOU FROM, RECRUIT?!”

“I’m from Earth.”

“I DON’T THINK I HEARD YOU RIGHT.  WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM, REEEE-CRUIT!”

“Earth … s-s-sir.”

“EARTH, HUH?  ONLY TWO THINGS COME FROM EARTH!  STEERS AND RICHARD GERES. YOU EVER KISS JULIA ROBERTS?”

“No sir, I don’t swing that way.”

“O-O-O-O-OH. SHE DON’T SWING THAT WAY.  WE’LL JUST SEE’BOUT DAT!”

All I can say is I’m glad I shaved and that I know how to knock a dislocated shoulder back into place.  The hip was a bit trickier.  I may not swing THAT way, but I CAN swing…Thanks, Dark Lord.

So I had an idea.  I think I’m going to talk to Lord Vader about a change.  He’s been sporting all black for so long.  How about a little cami-influence ensemble?  Dessert for day and blue forest for night.   I think a little wardrobe expansion is long overdue.  I’m just sayin’