Madness and Sleep (or Lack Thereof)

Yo!

Been a while since my last entry. I suppose I'm beginning to lose track of time as my days meld into one another amidst a blur of insomnia.

As the end of this deployment draws near, I find myself with little to do — my days consisting of little more than visiting the gym and compiling the daily news summary.

My recent tasks as the group illustrator have consisted of large memorial posters; my last one was for a dog handler who had been killed in action, and today I was given a request to put together a poster for a Military Working Dog who had been killed in a training accident.

Within the last couple of days I've seen the return of my transient insomnia with a side of mild depression and self-inflicted solitude. On the nights I do manage to get some sleep, it's usually drug induced, and when it's not, I tend to wake with a feeling of disorientation that resembles a formidable hangover — I'm suffering from a similar feeling as I type this as a result of the delusional nap I took at lunch.

I've also been spending quite a bit of my free time reading a Web comic called Questionable Content. Within a three-day period I've managed to read 632 strips.

That's all I've got...really. On a side note, I believe the world would be a better place if Ann Coulter were to be mauled by a pack of irritable badgers; but hey, that's just my opinion.

Feelgoode, out.