October 16, 2011 (No Regrets, Just Love)

Ice cubes. Lots of fucking ice cubes. Toss them in a cup of water, wait a minute, don’t jump the gun, then let that sweet juice splash the back of your throat, and slowly trickle and settle at the bottom of your stomach. Let it fill the void, let it calm the madness, let it open up the gates to heaven, let it release you from whatever hellish fever dream you had last night. Oh to have ice cubes. Or better yet, Kool-Aid. Ice cold Kool-Aid. Strawberry flavored. None of that blue shit.

I cleaned my room the other day. My brother helped me move my trunk around to sweep behind it. Low and behold. Three baby snakes. Three living baby snakes, with no mother in sight. If there are two things in this world I just can’t deal with, it’s snakes, and darkness. Yes, I’m afraid of the dark. Get your laughs out. Whatever. But snakes, ugh (shiver). I’m pretty sure mama anaconda (or mama-conda) is going to slither its way into my mosquito net this week. Goodbye everybody. You can donate my remains to the Bodies exhibit (if you haven’t been, you should really go). That is depending, of course, if you can get me out of mama-conda.

We completed another Tamba theater tourney this month. This time, talking about diarrhea, microbes, and basic hygiene. We dubbed it the Oh Shit tourney. It was a riot. Although I did end up getting sick by the end of it. Go figure. Not diarrhea related. Strep throat actually. It’s all cleared up now. Don’t worry. After that, I reprised my role as camp councilor at the Thies English camp. Those kids really know their English. (Seriously, they put my French “skills” to shame). Now I’m in Tamba. Good ole Tambacounda. Where the refrigerator is currently working on a fresh batch of ice cubes. I think it is. If not, I’m gonna cut a bitch. It’s overall, a good day.