Bliss on a cott

[rincon_dingbat]

I keep trying to fall asleep though it is proving to be near impossible. My sisters are forever oppositional. I say I need sleep, they turn up the volume on the inane German television show about some fat people getting out of debt by eating expired food. The only real comfort at night is the omnipresent smell of orange blossoms and the occaisional three minute international call back home. I feel somewhat guilty for only missing a few people. I met a nice boy who was playing bag pipes infront of a mosque today.
-Margaret