I Am Not a Purple Pineapple

In the spirit of the events which unleashed themselves upon me yesterday, I would like to rant and rave and complain.

But, since I have already spent an hour pacing around my hotel room talking to myself, I will not do that.

Instead, I will utter gouts of randomness.

I need to buy rat traps. I don't know where to buy them though. Ugh.

I wanted to start working on my resume. I guess I can...but it's weird thinking about stuff I've done in the US while I'm still in Moz. Maybe I should focus more on debriefing myself on stuff that I've done while here.

Thinking about all the things I have to do in the next forty days makes me tired. Write reports, take care of random stuff for my youth group, set up connections with new organizations that are starting to do work in my community, reconnect with my own NGO and plan out the integration of my volunteer replacement...day-long flights, bachelor party, wedding stuff, optometrist appointment, and personal errands to do in the states...write a resume, start applying to jobs, taking care of last minute projects and sightseeing for the last time...

I'm hungry. I do have a delicious pizza next to me. I guess I should eat it. Ok, I shall eat it.

Onward ho!