That is quite the compliment. Unfortunately… only 3-4 people would buy it. The 3-4 fans that actually read the blog. Malheureusement, I don’t think that’s enough copies to get it to print. Actually I don’t think it would sell even that many. My mom might buy it. Well and my dad. But the 3-4 fans wouldn’t even buy it due to the fact they have already it all. And why buy it when you can read it for free on the net? Actually… on a second thought, it might sell a few more than that but only because I would buy them. Gotta make the publishers think at least someone is interested… Of course, I’m not sure I could even read a book I wrote… I mean it has to retain reader interest and quite frankly… I just don’t think that’s possible.

BTW I think tukkikat has a water fetish. She always watches me when I take a shower. Well… I like to think it’s me. It’s actually the water. She’s obsessed… She’ll hop up on the bath, crawl to the side of it next to the wall and just stare at all the water coming out. She’ll drink water from anywhere but her bowl. Unless she can’t find it anywhere but her bowl.

So the idiot that I am… did I mention I made a horrid attempt at introducing my mom to my neighbors? It went something like this… Ma mere… c’est Marieme (shit that’s my Senegalese name), er Adama! Je suis desolee.. j’ai pense de mon nom. Oh and there’s the father I never met. Mom, meet the father I have never met before now. Where is Elimane when I need him? I don’t think any of the other members of the family like me. And when they ask us to stay for dinner… politely declined. Of course, I make an even bigger fool of myself by mistaking Eva’s aunt for her mother… the embarrassment never ends.

It’s like I said before… if I ever need any sort of humiliation, all I have to do is walk out my front door.

So, I went to the cybercafe the other day, where this guy has a crush on me (and I might have a crush on him, too… but denial is the best answer to anything in regards to feelings and relationships). I accidentally dropped a 50 franc coin, and he picked it up, but never gave it back I don’t think. And me, trying to get the change out, forgot to ask for it back. So I write him a thank you email (he always gives me a smaller price than is stated for getting things done) and he wrote me back saying I was nicer than he was and that leaving the change was proof. Well…. that one boggles my mind. At least he attributes my scatterbrain-ish-ness to a positive personality trait. Though that is definitely not the case. I mean, if I was him, I would have been insulted if someone had tried to leave me a 50 franc coin for kindness. It’s like 10 cents. But far be it for me to disabuse him of that notion.

And there goes tukki playing in the garbage again.

Can I just say… I have become quite the domestic doyenne. Maybe Martha will take tips from me: How to beautify your home - Senegalese style. Though… I don’t think she’d approve of fixing Kraft mac n cheese on a stove fire dubabble thing. And you better believe I fixed Kraft mac n cheese. It tasted SOOOO good. I mean it is a nice change of pace. I’ve been fixing grilled sandwiches twice a day every day. And for American that comes over and would like something American style. I’ll bet her jail cell looked more stylish than my apartment.

School’s supposed to start back Monday. I think it’s for real this time. I hope so… I’m such a bum. All I do is sit around and obsessively play games, read the news, and listen to music. It’s quite addictive. I do change it up a bit…. you know like fix a grilled cheese at 2 pm instead of 12 pm. And that adds a little pizzazz to my day. I’ve even been setting my alarm clock. But there’s no reason to get up. So I wake up every morning wondering why the heck I set it. I consider it making effort to have some sort of a life. At least I still shower. And sometimes I even clean the floor.

And now Tukks is chasing her tail around in circles. She’s like a dog, but mews instead.

You know I have woken up every day with her lying on some part of me. Usually my stomach or my back, but she’s always there. A big pile of fur purring away as soon as she realizes I’m up. I think it’s sweet and endearing… if only she was purring because she was happy to see me. Nah.. the purring is in anticipation of food. When I wake up, she gets food. She’s made the connection. Smart kitty.

Anywho…. the service project seems to be taking on some life. Let’s hope it continues…