A Love Note

I'm so tired today, and I'm not really sure why. I was going to wake up at 9 but slept until 10:30 instead, with the exception of the time that I spent cursing the muezzin this morning at dawn when he did his call to prayer over a loud speaker. He sounded so clear, he could have been right outside our window. I usually wear earplugs, but I'm a mejloon (crazy person) and I removed them - I know not why - at some point during the night.

When I arrived at work today, the guy who sits checking people's bags at the metal detector at the front door gave me a love note and little, yellow flower that he clearly picked in the yard or in some ditch somewhere. He always talks to me in Arabic when I come into the building. He says keefik (how are you?) and I respond with my stock statement, mopsuta (excellent), and then he speaks a bunch of Arabic that I can't understand. Yet. Today, though, he gave me the little missive and the flower.

The note says: I love you (underlined)
kol mee. (followed by something unintelligible and his number)
Pliec. (followed by something else unintelligible)

Seems a little quick to me, but it's a nice change of pace. I'm usually the one throwing around the unreciprocated I love yous. Cheryl, one of the Canadian interns I work with, said, "what's his name? K..o..l..mee? OH! CALL ME!"

I was going to try to fast today, but two hours into the work day, I broke down. I've been stuffing my face with "sandwich biscuits with cocoa cream" (aka cookies) and "be natual orange drink" (aka orange soda) for the last, oh, two hours. I'm going home now. Long day at the office.

p.s. Check out the new links section. It's under the Archive. A shout out to Geoff who helped me figure out how to do it...And I am good at computers, for your information.