life during wartime

on a scale from 'chilly' to 'oh my god it's hot out', yesterday was right at 'holy crap is it hot out'. 120 degrees in the shade, or in my room when the power went out from noon to 7pm. yeah, i work at midnight, so... not a lot of sleep last night. on the positive side, i made it through an 'ohgodohgodohgod'-scale mortar attack. plus i got pieces of one of the mortars as a souvenir. i can't talk about the attack, but everyone from duluth is ok, i think. expect me to be jumpy when i get home, and don't take it personally. i guess i'll be leaving here the 22nd, but that might change. i'll still arrive home at the same time. you know, it's been a long time since i've been able to drink out of a glass (everything's bottled here). i've got some anxiety concerning my ability to eat and drink in front of people without making an ass of myself. i've been eating my food out of pouches and plastic plates for a month now... sometimes i get indigestion, and no matter what i ate it feels like i had canned chili. all of the commercials on armed forces network about depression are depressing. "do you ever feel like the world is out to get you? do you ever feel like the sun will never come out again? do you ever feel like you're stuck in a hot, dusty hell with frequent attacks?" why, yes bob, i believe i do. well, i should go. see you.