I woke up dreaming about eating good pizza with real pepperoni (no pork in Egypt) and garlic bread. I realized that I don’t have anything to look forward to; is looking forward to something an aspect of hope?
Last night, after writing my post, I couldn’t do anything else. I curled in a ball for hours until I fell asleep. I woke up a few minutes ago at about 6:15 am Cairo time.
