My hips don't lie? Shakira? Dang!

Maybe I feel  a little out of it today...

We surveyed the site to set up grids for the GPR and then and put in topo points to reference the prior excavation, with the total station of course.  What the fuck does that mean?

I'm tired and hungry. 

What is it that I want and how to I get it?  What is the chair that I seek?   Damn, how confusing.  I'm also trying to over this sickness I have.  Maybe it's Valley Fever from Tucson.  It consists of shortness of breath, fatigue, irritability, and a slight cough.  Any doctors?  Health practicioners?  I don't have insurance so you'll have to cut me some slack.

This reminds me...I think the chances of me returning to Fayetteville have risen since the last time I checked.  I have insider information about it all.  I'll have more on that at a later point.

Today we were all having lunch and the rest of the crew were chatting about calling cards and phone services out here in Dubai.  Jesse told me that he had a phone that I could use if I needed it and then he told me he could get me a phone to call or text people back in the states.  I told him no because I didn't really have anyone to call anyway.  It wasn't as sad as I just made it seem.  It was kind of funny.  But now that it's later and I'm reflecting upon it, I guess it makes me feel a little lonely.  Oh well.

I need buttons for my clothes because they are falling apart.  I'm wearing a button down shirt that I usually wear when doing work and there are two buttons missing in the front.  My flesh being exposed.  It's a little favor I do for the world, though I'm not sure they appreciate it.  Go figure.

I have much, MUCH, more to say, though I wont. Not yet.  Oh, I think I'll be taking a hiatus after I get back from Dubai.  Too much planning into the future?  Well, maybe.  Actually, yeah, you're right.  It's too much.  I know what is REALLY too much, rhetorical questions.  This is especially true whe I answer them. 

Served on a silver platter from the kitchen of the strange.