Death by anxiety

So far willing my phone to ring has not worked.

The letter said I should have a phone call on Tuesday night. It's Wednesday night and I still have nothing. He graduates tomorrow, and in theory I see him then anyway, but I still want my DAMN PHONE CALL.

I know that he's either a) alive or b) someone has stolen his debit card since there was a $15 charge at the MWR store on base today.

We'll move "Private Investigator" to the bottom of the career list.