Dear Diary: It's the end of a long day. The army took me to the DMZ and gave me a pair of binoculars to look into North Korea. I couldn't see much, but I do admire the way the Norks hold Kim Jong Un in great reverence. I deserve that, though I say so myself ...and I do. Marvin my body guy who knows everything, managed to keep me adequately fed without my having to eat any spicy fermented cabbage. Marvin thinks I should turn in early so he has laid out my jammies and Boo-boo my faithful blankie which I'll rub against my cheek to ensure a good night's rest before the nuclear materials conference starts in the morning. A quick prayer to myself, and so to bed. Boo-boo, come and cuddle.