Woke up a few minutes ago. It's either due to the large quantity of alcohol consumed earlier or my circadian rhythms are still messed up.
I did this yesterday, as well. Got less than three hours of sleep and woke up.
This isn't good. I'm going to play paintball in ten hours.
I won't call it restlessness, because it only happened twice. But, I do think it's indicative that something isn't quite right. Something about my dreams has been a little off.
I'm watching my government continue to justify occupation of Iraq to itself even though it has quagmired. The war turned into counterinsurgency; counterinsurgency devolved into the destruction of meeting places for anti-US forces.
The people of Iraq lack confidence in both our ability to help them form a new government and their own abilities. Nobody's emerged as a clear leader.
We expected this effort in Iraq to prove to the Arab world that we simultaneously meant business and had the best intentions for our hegemonic policy. So far, I think, all we've done is show them that we can defeat an army.
I'm bothering to give my opinion of what is going on only because I feel as though my life reflects a little of it. I'm floating here, waiting. Quagmired.
I feel like the days repeat themselves. The nights are joyous, but end in a cold bed.
The light at the end of the tunnel is graduation. With a little help from my friends, I'll make it.
~Halcyondream~
with a little help from my friends