I couldn't sleep the night before night.. or rather had something between nightmares and interrupt rest filled with stomach cramps. By 8 a.m , I was so in pain, I decided I might as well get up, eat something in order to be able to take some pain killers, which I did! But nothing worked..
And hey, there's the feeling quit down regarding the job market in Egypt? It's like nothing is interesting out there..yes there are jobs, but nothing like what I have in mind...
Then there is the emotional emptiness and lonliness mixed with confusion and doubt...
And then I'm sick and tired of diet-food...
And there's the , "Oh shit, my saving are running out after paying for this PMP course that I'm taking" and there's the pain in knowing I still have to pay another $500 to actually take the exam. All that to improve my chances of getting a job in the job market I was just cursing earlier.
And ofcourse, the "Oh shit, I'm running out of money"
And did I mention.... that we have fresh mini-pizzas, calzones, savory scones,(all made by Jaz), my favorite Basboussa in the whole world (made by my aunt batta who actually made me rediscover my passion for Basboussa) and a box of assorted fresh baked cookies brought in by my brother who is feeling generous and has a sugar craving right now. Oh yeah.. and wednesday is cooking day.. where we cook for 3 days ahead..Now that I say all that.. guess what I had all day?! 2 bananas, 1/2 a cantaloupe, a chicken breast and some saute carrots...
Oh and finally... to make my day even worse.. I try to cheer myself up by making some vanilla-caramel falvoured tea which I've been saving for days like this and ...ta ta ta ... my favorite , expensive, signature, el leila el kebeera mug is split in two and hidden behind the coffee jar. I swear to God that I will raise hell over this! But meanwhile.. let me mourn my favorite mug and my life!
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