Of being exhausted.
Of wearing a sweater when it’s 115 and humid.
Of feeling sweaty (see above point about sweater).
Of Camille waking up in a foul mood and screaming at me (related to general lack of sleep, not enough exercise, and an irregular schedule).
Of moving to different foreign countries–really, of moving in general.
Of feeling short-tempered all the time.
Of knowing I have an easy life, but not feeling grateful for it.
Of not having anything interesting to blog about. (Josh says I felt the same way last summer after moving to Oman. It’s true that this whole experience has sort of a deja vu feel to it . . .)
Of feeling disorganized and disconnected.
Of never having anything good to watch on TV (I’m currently watching a special on how Justin Bieber became famous — Oh! He’s flying around on heart-shaped metal scaffolding. Something else I didn’t need to know).
Of not having a purpose to each day.
Of Ramadan and all the restrictions that come with it.
Of complaining. So I’ll quit now.
Have I mentioned the HEAT?
