My day starts at 0430. It's a disgusting time to wake up. So by 1130, I'm ready for a lunch time nap. The only available place for theses naps are in my vehicle.
I basically live out of my Ford Escape like a nomad. I eat in my truck. I sleep in my truck. I've been known to change clothes in my truck (don't you judge me). My truck is a storage place for military gear, paperwork and dog supplies. I apply makeup in my truck. I pluck my eyebrows in my truck.
I used to have self respect and pride which kept me from doing said things. But now that I am trapped on Fort Lewis for 14+ hours a day, I am forced to live like an animal.
This afternoon I passed out with the heat blasting and Modest Mouse on the stereo for a good hour and a half. It was an amazing nap... except I woke up with the tell tale signs of amazingness all over my face.
BUSTED.
Signs and symptoms of being in the Army. I think we all live out of our vehicles more than we do our barracks/houses/apartments.
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