Cloudy Days

It's extremely difficult to feel sorry for myself right now--egregiously solipsistic, in fact--but it certainly seems like there's been a dark cloud following me. It's distasteful to perceive the massive democratic revolution that liberated Egypt from 30 years of oppression under the dictatorship of Hosni Mubarak as the 3 month medical anthropology project that never was. It's perhaps even more reprehensible to be disappointed about the prospect of not being able to vacation in Japan since two days prior to my departure, the largest earthquake in Japan's history hit the Northeastern region of the country. The only bit of bad luck I feel comfortable moping about is finding out a week ago that Christian was cheating on me. It allows me to focus on this strictly personal affront while simultaneously being able to process my disappoint in the other 2 inopportune occurrences without feeling disgustingly self-indulgent.

Hopefully I'll manage to still visit my sister. We'll see what Ghana holds.

It feels good to be able to enumerate. It feels good to write in plain language.