So we're bombing the hell outta targets in Afghanistan. That's cool. In the coming days my wife is going to give birth to our first kid. It hit me Saturday that I'm not prepared for this. I feel totally prepared to be a father, but for getting the phone call (or however it's going to happen), and rushing to the hospital, and being in the delievery room, that's a totally foreign idea to me.

I am completely looking forward to the day when my little kid crawls all over me and pushes the buttons on my laptop while I am trying to work, or calls Japan on my cell phone, or crawls under our desk and flips the switch on the power strip (as long as it doesn't cause a hard drive crash). Those are the types of things I expect to happen as a dad. And that's cool to me. I want a kid who is into stuff.

As a side note: I played football on Saturday, and that night we sat around and called off our pain levels. I said I was at a 1 (scale of 0 to 5, 5 being the highest level of pain). I'd now like to upgrade that to a 2.5. It's sad to say at the young age of 22 that I feel like an old man.