Day 41: There's a Nap for That

Thursday, August 1

Needless to say, on Thursday I did not feel even slightly better. In fact, I felt infinitely worse from the previous night. Everything ached more than ever, and my head was pounding, and I just could not do class.

So I slept through all of it, which is a little unfortunate because they had an event (for once) where they set up a table in the classroom to mimic a table at a Moroccan wedding, and they explained everything about that, especially from a catering perspective (because the presentation was given by a wedding caterer).  But I didn't care enough to stop sleeping.

Later that evening, the last thing I could think of wanting was the same old soup as always at the house, so I and my roommate went to Pizza Hut instead so I could have something to make me feel better, and although the Pizza Hut bro getting the crust wrong (thin instead of pan, despite my clarification when ordering), it was still greasy and delicious and beautiful.

And, while we were in there, a dust storm suddenly decided to blow through Meknes. It was brief, and my roommate was all in awe of it, but I was like, "Eh." After living in West Texas so long, this was really nothing. I mean, you could still see the streets and the sky. It was no big deal.

Then, we went home and I studied for my Arabic test. Sort of. Not really.