After chow, some of the platoon escorted some trucks to Diwaniya (not me). I layed down on my bed and just fell unconscious. I love sleep. I always have the greatest adventures in my dreams. Around 1900 i woke up and went on a ruck march. Came back, maintained some stuff, ate, thought about taking a shower, watched a movie, talked to Ballard about the universe, stared off into space, and i think this day is just about done.
Tomorrow, the whole platoon is going to cleanup and work on the trucks. Maybe the entire platoon will be able to chill out the rest of tomorrow. No missions.. its a strange feeling.