Of the adventure that is military food
You know, sometimes Army makes me want to throw up.
Like today, for example: everything was fine (except for a slight bit of tiredness after last night's absinth), I was feeling alright and ready for the day.
Enter: The Evil Kitchen Team.
Lunch was so bad, that it almost immediately made me throw up.
So I've been lying in bed, trying to get rid of that "someone-tries-to-turn-my-stomach-inside-out" feeling, fighting the headache that came along with the general feeling of sickness all afternoon, missing out on a perfectly sunny and very late-summerish day.

Good job, Evil Kitchen Team!

Stupid fucks. As if cooking was so hard... =|