Bah.

I have a week's worth of suckiness packed into a mere few hours. Can't wait to see what's next.

- No sleep last night because, _again_, there were cop cars and emergency vehicles pulled up outside the apartment complex across the street for over half an hour with lights flashing and loud motors gunning. This doesn't wake you up at first, but after long enough it does. And then just try and get back to sleep.

- More no sleep last night because I woke up around dawn and just couldn't fall asleep again.

- Cramps.

- ( TMI )

- And so, no class for me today.

This is severely trying my newly-found cheerfulness.

"But still I was a hero, with one wing more than most"

Squad night tonight, and it went pretty well. At least for someone as far below the curve as me...but then, I'm also comparing myself to people like Keith, who _was_ a fighter pilot, and Ross, who's spent a considerable portion of the past five years flying Warbirds. Nevertheless it was a glorious moment when, after jumping into the main arena (we had been shooting each other up in the practice arena), I plunged into a furball and shot down a Spit and a Corsair in quick succession. The more so as I was flying a Zero, a plane I am not at all accustomed to.

Of course I promptly got shot down and had an ignominious rest of the evening, but--!