Sutures, Birthday, and What What

I went to Adventure City again. This time I collided with Phillipe. My chin split open. I had to call Gilly, the PCMO and head over to Corps Med Medical Center. They stitched me up. Four sutures on my chinny-chin-chin. So I promptly shaved to a mustache and went creepy all week. Which worked out well because I was at an STI training. Nothing like looking at pictures of genital ulcers while playing with ones mustache.
Had my birthday yesterday. We went to Portico. What a pleasant restaurant. I wore my suit; it was fun. Okay I'm done typing. The big monitor close to my face is making my eyes hurt.