No eloquence today. Whatsoever.
And I’m absolutely dying for eshta bi 3asal. Or meringue. Or 7alawet il joben. Or Warbat ib eshta. Heck, even knafeh!
I don’t care. I really don’t. I just want something sweet. SWEET. I need my sugar fix!
I want some now, now, NOW.
Wishful thinking, I know, oh, poor sweet tooth. It is 3:30 AM in this little sleepy, sleepy city.
I hit Babiche last night for meringue, closed! At 10 PM! Sleepy, I say, sleepy. Sleepy!
Jaj! Amman is full of jaj. JAJ.
I know that this man was an absolute psycho, but he did outlaw all market transactions unless it was night time because he was an insomniac. Shu ya Sitt il-Mulk?
I can’t even eat a Twix bar! Or eshta out of a Nestle can! Or even Nutella out of a jar! Because, the two pictures below represent the kitchen at the moment:
Who is familiar with the song “I hate you so much right now. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” No seriously, I love you too. I do. I do. Ha.
Wait. Is this. Withdrawal…?