August 12, 2013
Kill me. Please. I really do hate Mondays here just as much as I do in America.
I'm also very tired of going to work and doing nothing. Although I did go today.
Blah.
Ok. So lately, I have been on high alert for bugs. I really want this bug thing to be over with.
Just as I was getting into bed tonight I made a pact with myself that if there was ever a cockroach in my bed, that I would successfully and as straight away as possible take myself back to America. On Peace Corps dime of course.
Well, no sooner than I made that very serious commitment to myself in my head did I pull back my mosquito net to lay my head on my pillow and there, lo and behold. A tiny speck of a dead cockroach smooshed and next to my pillow.
I quit.
How in the hell am I supposed to protect myself from these things if they are smaller than a grain of sand? I swear I have bugs living in my brain.
Bird brain? No. Bug brain and I'm itchy.
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