| (2003-09-19) Three Weeks They honk their horns here. Honk: look out, I'm behind you. Honk: would you like a ride? Honk: hello friend. Honk: stupid toubab. Honk, Honk, Honk. ** Last night, I went out to The British High Commission and drank too much wine and beer and got completely smashed. This morning I woke up dehydrated and still drunk. I love mornings like that. We got all dressed up and I felt girly for the first time in three weeks. Speaking of three weeks. I've been here for three weeks. Which is almost a month. I've been here for almost a month! And I'm not overly homesick. I'm more excited to be here by the day. But I do wish that I had someone from my day-to-day life to share it with. I'm still tired of doing things on my own. But it's lovely here. And I've been here for almost a month! And it's such a good thing! ** Pictures of drunken Gillian and friends will be posted on Monday. |