Blerg.

I do not think there is anything more humbling to a situation than being on all fours throwing up into a toilet bowl. All night long. I was all “fuck Bangladesh and its stupid crows and stupid heat and stupidnesssssROLF and its stupid garbage and stupid rice and stupid mosquitoesssROLF.”

I made the long and bumpy and swervy and hot and 2 hour journey from Rangpur to Gaibandha because I had a scheduled meeting for my presentation of my project to Jiva. I was a fucking trooper. Got through my whole presentation *BAM BOOM* answered questions like a pro, and THEN ran to the bathroom.

Now I am nursing myself grape Gatorade and trying to keep down some rice.

In other news, I am looking for a puzzle. A 1,000 piece puzzle. I figure, I’ve already got the bad back, the weak stomach, the crosswords, the books, the tea, the cabinet of medicine, the knitting, I might as well round out my old age with a nice large puzzle. I’ll keep you posted on my search.

Asalam Walaikum,
Chelsea