Day 233

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What to say, what to say? Presently I’m about halfway through another layer of my hands. How or why this happens, and only in Iraq, is beyond me – but whatever. Playing a lot of guitar tends to assist the dead stuff in its journey to the ground, so I have a legitimate excuse to sit outside and noodle around for hours. Then again, I’ve never actually needed an excuse to play guitar, typically I’d rather be playing than doing anything else.