Well seeing as how the only person reading my blog is protesting it… I shall add a little bit of personal info… but only because it’s Bond… James Bond. So yesterday I went to pay the water bill, it was the first time I went to do it, so I asked the security guards where to pay it. Well this security guard was *VERY* excited to show me the window. On the way over, in fact, he told his friends I was his wife. Over my dead body. And get real, seriously, as if it hasn’t happened a million times before. How does he get off thinking he’s toting me around like a first prize. Or second, if he’s already got one wife.
Then… this morning. I was sleeping as usual (gotta sleep in while I can… this strike won’t last forever). When I was woken up by something wobbling on my hip (I was lying on my side). Wobble wobble. Wobble wobble. I opened my eyes to look up at see Tukkikat purched on my side. I moved a little bit to pet her and she not only fell off my hip, but she fell off the bed.
Tonight is Tamkharit (sp?) a Muslim celebration of some sorts. My friend Ibrahima invited me and my roommate to have dinner at his place. I’m really looking forward to it! In fact they have some sort of festival in the neighborhood. Is that enough personal information for you, Mr. Bond?
