Most days I wake up (well, every day so far I have woken up) and then wait for tea to warm. Then I read and sit and walk and ride a bike if Suzan's dad hasn't taken it to the forest where his goats are. Sometimes in the evening I play football with the teenage boys. Or watch World Cup. Football here is a religion. I mean that not in a bashing-Uganda way because I think there are many things, like business, that are also religions in America. I simply mean that people live and breath football. They know all the players' names and can play so well.
The other day I went to the trading center where the football pitch is and I got about 50 people to play a full-field game. I left early because they tired me out.
Today I woke up and began biking to Apac Town. It is about a 50 km journey on rocky dirt roads. I wanted to drink something which has been refridgerated with electricity and I wanted to check facebook, which apparently doesn't work here. So now I'm in Apac, about to eat a late lunch and bike back home. At least I haven't been idle today. Most days I am. Lack of idleness is one of things I enjoy about the US.
I've been dreaming about 2 things lately (dreams are so vivid when one takes malaria meds). In the first dream, I am back at high school and I'm always stressed trying to adjust to school and get to class on time and balance my busy schedule. In the second dream, I eat American food. When I wake up from the first, I am relieved. When I wake up from the second, I realize where I am and get upset.
Nothing much else to say as of now. Life is same-old same-old, literally.
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