zephontsol stayed overnight at my apartment last night. It was his last chance to be with a good friend before leaving for Korea for a year.

Both of us agree that it wasn't enough time. We watched a movie, we played games, some of which were gifts from him (I gave him specific plushies, much appreciated), we talked a lot, we snuggled, but it still felt far too brief.

I accompanied him to the airport, where I got a good look at the kind of hassles military folk have to go through when traveling--they'd given him orders and reservations for a flight, but not told him what airline he had to check in with, nor even how to find out. We eventually had to wait around for the destination and time to pop up on the Departures board. Then the airline said he needed a passport when supposedly his military ID should suffice--turns out it does suffice but nobody told the kind lady behind the Delta Airlines counter until she asked three other people for help.

He was so stressed, and I'm just glad I was there to comfort him, and that the military bullshit won't last forever for him.

Zeph, you're an awesome friend and I love you. *hugs*


In other news, the birthday present I ordered for my Dad got delivered to me instead, despite my calling them and getting supposed confirmation that the DVD set would be sent to Dad's address. >:(