I just got off restriction [a military time-out with reduced pay and freedoms; for underage drinking] at 2030 [8:30 pm], and it feels good to be free, but I’m feeling nervous about Thursday [Jan. 6]. I’ve got to sit there while some guy [a surgeon] cuts into my face [for scar reduction]. I hope I don’t jump. Maybe he can give me a muscle relaxer or sleeping pills, but it’s either awake or all the way out.

I’m going to ask about laser treatment and where I’ll be staying [in my barracks]. I don’t want it getting infected or too cold [Chicago in the winter]. Also, I’m gonna want to be on a liquid diet [or cry trying to eat Teddy Grahams]. The galley [military cafeteria] won’t want to work special just for me. Well, wish me luck. I got my tickets [to go home] today. I leave at 430 on the 21st. I get my room back [without a sister to share it with]. I can’t wait to go through my stuff.

I want my CDs and pictures. I’ll probably only bring the ”best” ones, though. I don’t have room for a bunch of shit. I’ve got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, planning for the surgery and going home [to my mom in Texas]. Well, I’m going downstairs. My roommate’s getting on my nerves. Time for some brain-rotting telly [TV].