Hillah, Iraq.

I don’t mind wasted days so much as I regret the days that I intentionally wish by quickly. We spent the day sitting around ‘just in case’ something happens. The team as a whole, while on good terms and of good spirits, has taken to spending down time in solitude. Sometimes you are even tired of good friends. I spent the day in my hooch, alternately reading, playing Xbox, or dozing.

Anything to make the time pass. Hours of omphaloskepsis towards a zen state of slacker nirvana. An event horizon of ennui where it is thermodynamically impossible to be more bored because to do so would require the expenditure of energy. I was reminded of being sixteen.

I suspect that one day I will regret all the days that I willed to pass quickly, as even a day doing nothing is better than no days left. I am sure that there are people who pray for just one more day of sunshine, one more day of life. One day that may be me. But today I want to pass as quickly as possible, because what I really want is to go home.