Argh, the bacteria i picked up in the Middle of Nowhere, Ethiopia is still happily proliferating in my intestines. Plus i picked up a wicked cold somewhere between Frankfurt and DC. Now back in New Orleans, and instead of roaming the town on my bike, drinking rye and gingers and listening to trumpets while eating oysters, I'm hermiting in bed recovering (and catching up on television via hulu).

The roommates moved us to a house while I was away, and my bed is a raft in an ocean of boxes. I am not sure where I'm supposed to get the energy to figure out what to do with all my stuff.

Ethiopia feels like a dream. Everything feels like a dream. Only House is real.

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Had a conversation with BT last night that I'm not ready to talk about because it just makes me feel like everything is broken and i can't be bothered to work through it. I know my energy is low and I've been away for three months and and and. But still. Need more sleep.

8:35 a.m. - 2010-12-17