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Published: August 9th 2006
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Number 10
Watch already dried paint, fade. Well in case any of you were wondering, it's now official -Jasons gone completely nuts. Cabin fever, boredom, crazyness or my personal favorite: plain and simple insanity now officially reign supreme. It's been exactly two weeks now since my passport vanished without a trace, and I've yet to confirm there to be any real progress in its replacement. I'd love to give my home government workers the benefit of the doubt, yet something inside me says that I'm going to be waiting quite a bit longer.
I know that in a previous entry I already went over my daily routine in painful detail, but there are actually a few new things for me to report. It just so happens my apartment is starting to get a little bit dirtier and the nearby buffet is no less palatable.
As you know, I’m conveniently far enough outside of Arusha now to escape the touts, yet by distancing myself from their slimy snakeskin oil selling ways, I’ve also escaped the conveniences of my book dealer, post office, grocery store and a plethora of restaurants. I plan a big expedition back into the hated Arusha soon enough, if only to swap a few
Number 9
Read the neverending saga of Rand al'Thor. Six volumes, thousands upon thousands of pages later, still nothing is concluded. volumes before retreating back to my sanctuary at the baby factory. Needless to say I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I am pleased to say however, that yesterday was much like Christmas for me after realizing it had been about 6 months since I checked Maddox's website for updates and quickly realized he had three new articles waiting for me. Yet on the flipside, I was unequivocally distraught to learn that after finally finding a DVD Rom, the DVD’s Jord left me with that contained many a new songs for the iPod were scratched to hell and completely beyond repair.
After some deep and concentrated introspection I started comparing the similarities between my current gig here with the lifestyle of a minimum-security prison. This came about after I received several emails asking where I was off to after my “release”. First of all, I don’t claim to have firsthand knowledge of what a minimum-security prison is like, but I’ve read a couple John Grisham novels so I’m relatively confident that makes me an expert. The buffet at the university up the street, my own little apartment, the walls and gate that surround my apartment, the security guard,
Number 8
Juggle stale rolls in your bedroom. Sadly I did falter at one point and subsequently ruined a portion of my emergency rations that I borrowed from the buffet. the amount of time I spend reading and attempting to workout with nothing but a chair all lead me to believe when I do get slapped on the wrist and convicted of some petty white collar crime I’ll be well prepared.
The kids at the orphanage seem to be in good hands though so that’s good. I’ve now learned to properly feed a newborn, which is super easy as long as you remember to keep angling the bottle properly so they can get the last drops. However, I can’t claim the same knowledge of changing the diapers, that’s still a bit beyond me. Feeding the older kids is no problem, laying around with them is likewise quite easy (fear not, unlike Neverland Ranch we have separate beds) and laughing and playing is a piece of cake.
Thankfully, there’s little I can do to prepare and plan for India since none of the bookstores here sell any books related to the country. Furthermore, once my passport does finally come, I can look forward to waiting an extra 3 or 4 business days while my VISA to India gets taken care of at the Indian High Commission in Dar Es
Number 7
Inventory my remaining supply of Malaria medication, and thus pinpoint when exactly the pills and simultaneously my life will effectively run out. Salaam or Nairobi (I’ve yet to decide where).
I would like to note that I’ve received many lovely emails from friends and family back home (and abroad) that have gallantly written me in my time of extreme boredom and for that I thank you all kindly. I’ve been brought up to date on Steve’s stag weekend (Steve I still can’t believe you tasted it) Nolan’s kids’ birthday(s) (I feel sorry for the cake), life in Tecate, pictures from my Uncles wedding the other weekend, news from Vernon, an update that my brother bought his ticket to Bangkok for this October plus my Mom, Dad and sister are also officially meeting us in Thailand for Christmas 2006.
I hope you enjoy the pictures I’ve posted, they should be evidence enough (not that many of you necessarily needed it) that I’ve gone completely over the deep end. In fact, I find it likely that many of you were probably curious what would happen to me now that I’m unable to torment others and draw attention to myself. Any questions or comments about my newfound mental state are more than welcome, do enjoy.
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Your a q tip with legs.. Kill some and eat it soon.. Hope your adventure in africa soon come to an end...