MANGO POPSICLES
I believe I have descended into a new level of laziness. I am currently sitting on my counch next to our new roomate Mary. I want to get these amazing popsicles from alfa mart, a supermarket across the street but I really do not want to put clothes on! Which I would have to because going out in Cairo in a tank top WITHOUT a bra is not a good idea. Granted, that wouldn't be a good Idea in the states. Anyway, I am still kind of tired. I had strep throat for a while. Well, I should give up on trying to find the number for alfamart, the supermarket, they deliver, because I am pretty sure it is closed now since it is 1am. Metro mart is open 24 hours, but watch them not have the mango popsicle things. That would definaltey be downright catastrophic. Anyway, I really want the people to finish fixing the air conditioning so I can go back to being comfortable. Granted, not that I changed or anything, the ugly old men sure got an eyeful. But I REALLY don't care. Fuck cultural understanding, if I am here for too much longer I am going to go into the middle of the Al Azhar Mosque courtyard an strip. Annoying restrictive nazi bastards. Well, thats enough judging. Ugh, wutever. If only nurys hadn't taken the blender, then I could have made a strawberry smoothy. Oh well. I think I am gonna take a nap, or get some nice cold water from the fridge. Its mary's, but she knows im good for the 1.25 pounds. Thats like 20 cents.