Thought #1. Am I a doer or delegator? I think I'm a doer. I don't delegate well. I worry about whether the things will get done, with reasonable quality, within specified time, etc. And it's easier for me to do things than worry about doing things.
Case in point, we were doing egypt hotel bookings. I morphed into a bridezilla who insists on controling every single details of the event. Then I yelled at my office guy this morning for not checking the visa requirements like I said. Oh, well. There will be sanity at the end of the rainbow perhaps soon.
Thought #2.
Everything is big in Kabul, like Texas. Particularly the emotions. I wonder if they mix in some hormones in the food. Since I've been here, I've become too sensitive and an emotional wreck. Very unlike me, who used to be logical and methodical. I cry on cue at every emotional plot point at any movie, the last one being the penultimate season 3 episode of DH. I also get irrational fears about the future. And I keep having arguments in my head. It can't be just MSG or HGH in the food, is it?
'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell of the hunger strike
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never...
