I'm still in Iraq. I can leave to go to Kuwait and leave Iraq behind for good whenever I want, but I'm still here. What the fuck is wrong with me? Our shipping containers left to go south tonight, so I can't hang around much longer. I mailed out 2 footlockers, and I have some more things to mail out (see below). These "nargilehs" (what hadji calls a hookah) make great gifts and conversation pieces. I hope the postal service doesn't trash them like they did the mugs I mailed home awhile back. I'm sending home 3, that way I have great odds of at least retaining one good one in the end. Its funny because everytime we'd go through an Iraqi Police checkpoint, those bastards would have these nargilehs sitting out on the barriers, so we know they were stoned as fuck. thats probably they get waxed so much, they're too stoned to react to the attacks. Fuck 'em all. 29 days and I should be on that big bird home. I have no countdown to Kuwait anymore, I keep procrastinating that one. I'll leave soon though; on my own terms and when I'm ready.