16.10.04 - 12:06

Hello to all! After 40 days of waiting, here is a new entry for you to savor. By the way, my finger once again looks almost normal, having had its tip cut off in an incident involving a mesquite tree, and my staph infection lesions are just a tiny bit scaly and pink. Look out, bonne santé!
Here is my diary entry from my birthday:
On September 26, I turned 24 years old. I spent the previous night chez Annika, as I've been doing recently. Breakfast was Safeway Orange Cappuccino (ingredients: sugar and chemicals) and bread with Skippy-from-a-squeeze-tube (ingredients: sugar, peanuts, and chemicals.)
After "working" at the hospital (read: spending 15 minutes there determining there was naught I could accomplish), I went home to discover Caleb luxuriating on my front porch/slab of cement.
We ate lunch at Yahya's, participating in the normal discussions about Iraq (it is bad to kidnap and kill hostages), locusts (they eat everthing, they are bad), and recent Mauritanian coup attempts (violence is bad).
Then, at home, I semisuccessfully made brownies in a brousse oven (over the stove goes a large pot with sand, into which one puts another pot with the batter, or what have you.)
Annika, Abdurachman, and Moussa joined us for a dinner of dates, pesto macaroni, and brownies. (Americans had our browies dipped in a Kahlua glaze. Yum.) All luxury items are care package items, by the way.
I even got gifts! A journal from Annika, a can of Nesquik from Caleb, a bag of Necco-like candy from Moussa, and a giant Moor keychain from Abdurachman.
All in all, a lovely day.

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