august 7th, 2009, 1:40am

i’m exhausted but kind of too tired to feel it and surrounded by too  many super bad-assed people who are working way harder than me to admit it or god forbid, whine about it. i’m covered in dust and old sunblock, my pants are destroyed as is the white cotton, v-neck t-shirt i took out of the package this morning.

we were taken by convoy to a rest an recreation center yesterday/a thousand years ago. ironically, the day before yesterday there were a lot of people there but they all left so when we did our gig at ten a.m. this  morning we essentially played for the soldiers who brought us there which was cool because they are amazing. then we went to another base and did another gig.

i have to get to sleep because i have a meet and greet with a general tomorrow morning and i still have to take a shower but briefly: you never saw so many incredibly competent people in your life. they are all highly trained, super efficient, and walking around with weapons. at the same time they’re so friendly and glad that you’re here.

i can’t really write anymore. not well, at least so i’ll try to write some more when i can get to a computer. i’m writing stuff in notebooks that i’ll transcribe when i can.

over and out from somewhere in iraq.