The tent is full of women now.  At least I don't have a bunkmate.  Yet.  With wall lockers put in here, my little "room" is gone.  Now, I have just enough room for the width of my shoulders between the bed and the locker.  That's it.

Their general crabbiness is infectious and I feel like I'm getting tainted with it. 

Bah, I had this all written out earlier and then the connection died so I'm having to write it again.

People are so inconsiderate.  I have a power squid (it's a power strip that has flexible plugs so adapters only take one plug) and one of the girls just dragged it over by her bunk to plug her stuff in.

You'd be proud of me, I didn't hurt her.  But, I AM doing a bit of stewing. 

Sigh.  Welcome to Bagram.  And I'm going to be stuck in here for months, if not the rest of my tour.