Saved by an Unfortunate Addiction to Snoozies

I can't keep still. Deeply troubled by the demons lurking within me. I know there is something wrong but what it is, I honestly don't know. Could it be boredom? Adjustment pangs? Homesickness? Withdrawal? It could be one, or two, or perhaps all of them..and more.

I'm unhappy about something...or everything. There are so many things to be thankful for, yet something is amiss. It may have a lot to do with where I am at the moment. My utter dislike for this country, with its twisted sense of justice and blind worship of Caucasians, is slowly escalating to hatred as time passes.

The whole aura of Dubai is suffocating. People are cold, defensive, mean-spirited, and wary. They have to be or else they will not survive, and they need to survive, to work, earn a living, and put food on the table (not only their own but for their famil y/ies back home). When it is a matter of life and death, any compromise is possible.

I may not be capable of similar compromises, I'm afraid. Luckily for me, the stakes aren't too high yet, and I can afford to drop out of the game anytime I choose. Now that I'm ahead, is this the best time to quit?

Time for bed, and 2(or 3)Fenistils to shush my mind. May sleep be kind enough to come tonight.