Down the Rabbit Hole

Imagine if you would the upside down world that dear sweet Alice found herself in when she followed the talking rabbit into his hole. I wouldn’t be surprised if in the sequel she wasn’t institutionalized. I think that when I get back and even now when I talk about my experiences I run a risk of being institutionalized for an undisclosed amount of time. Just for a rest you know, a bit of time to acclimatize myself to a place where more often then not things make sense and work in a logical and orderly way. Hopefully my institution will have a salad bar and a gym too.

On a different note, I'm starting to understand how people who came from Europe died and abandoned hope when trekking through the deep jungles of the "dark continent." I have, in my brief stay so far, contracted a wicked leg infection that managed to go septic in the span of 12 hours, hook worm, ring worm, giardia, burned my nose so bad that it was blistered, and suffered through a variety of unamed general body malaise. I don't know who blame or what to blame. Is it the children? Is it in the air like in movies where everyone wears haz mat suits? Either way I hope that my immune system rises to the occasion fairly soon because I'm getting a bit bored with the sick-every-week-with-something-new routine.

And another thing ... You know what else I am finding strangely annoying the fact that it gets dark and light nearly exactly the same time everyday. Light at six am, dark at six pm. I didn't realize how much I enjoy the seasons and the long summer nights. I'm in bed and or asleep between 8:30 or 9:00 every night--lame. The whole candle thing is a drag too. If I just light one then I can barely see, if I light more than that I feel guilty because the family I stay with only uses one and the kids don't get any. Plus, the wax drips down from the rafters where I have them perched and it will start dripping and I'll freak out because I think that it is a creature and then I'll realize that instead my hair is coated in wax.