Good Morning Kenya,
Habari ya asubuhi?
Me? Not too bad. But I woke up grumpy today. Very grumpy.
Why?
Because I didn't sleep very well.
Why?
Well, you see, your net has failed me. Again.
I felt like I was sleeping in a Colosseum with legions of gladiator mosquitoes. Large, ripped, blood-thirsty mosquitoes.
Or maybe it was just one. One over-indulgent, blood-thirsty mosquito.
Hard to say.
Anyways, I was attacked, attacked, and attacked.
While the rest of the crowd slept on.
I have to point out, that we're both lucky that my blood works to my favor, otherwise I might be dead.
I'm being over-dramatic?
Maybe. But you have to admit that I'm right.
And could you please tell the mosque next door that their 4:30 am prayer calls are OK with me, but that they could stand to turn down the volume by 140 decibels?
And they really should.
Their speakers sounded tired today. Like my bones.
2 comments:
I didn't know that about type O!
I'm going to tell you something crazy. I actually forgot all about the 4:30 prayer call until I just read it here. I guess I'm hoping that's some consolation - eventually, it will only be a distant memory that you actually don't remember very often, but especially not at 4:30am.
Abby...I can't tell you how that makes me happy! :) For so long I was oblivious to it, but somehow it has recently learned how infiltrate my deepest of sleeps. I'm happy to know that the damage is not permanent.
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