I can’t sleep. It’s 2am here and I’m wide-awake and less than enthusiastic. I got into bed at 12am tonight with every intention of sleeping, but it seems nature had another plan for me. At 1am I awoke to the all-together unpleasant sensation of being eaten alive. Don’t worry; I still have all of my limbs. As it turns out, when living in a hot country, and staying in a un-air conditioned apartment, it’s not the wisest thing to leave the screen-less windows open. I have decided that mosquitoes are my new least favorite species on the planet. I guess Buddhism would never really work out for me since I am currently taking immense pleasure in killing everyone of the little bastards I can get my hands on. So, I’m a quart low on blood and a little bit downhearted.