9.16.04
Too late to write tonight, and I’m not much in the mood. Don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m "removed from every experience" depressed.
There is nowhere in Ethiopia that doesn’t smell like woodsmoke.
We’ll get up and go to the café across the street for fuul for breakfast tomorrow. Also, figured out what has been making me nauseous in the mornings: my malaria pill on an empty stomach.
Spent my writing time tonight reviewing and labeling and sorting photos. Will have to wait to write until tomorrow.
There is nowhere in Ethiopia that doesn’t smell like woodsmoke.
We’ll get up and go to the café across the street for fuul for breakfast tomorrow. Also, figured out what has been making me nauseous in the mornings: my malaria pill on an empty stomach.
Spent my writing time tonight reviewing and labeling and sorting photos. Will have to wait to write until tomorrow.
posted by Johanna Buchert Smith at 3:59 AM
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