It's about one thirty am and I'm sitting on the purple couch, as I often do at the end of each week to write my blog posts. I'm cold because of the chill from the open window behind me and my hair is wet. The weather has spontaneously decided to become winter again, and I'm uncomfortably full from three months of eating Hummus and Pitah Bread. My feet hurt and the glands in my throat are swollen wich makes sleeping only a mildly satisfying event. My feet hurt and I want nothing more than for someone to rub them and tell me it will all be okay. Tomorrow marks my second official week as a 'Weekly Madricha' and I don't know weather to look forward to it or not. I want Jungle Oats.