I think I have consumption. It won't be long before I am pale and weak, coughing blood into a dainty hankerchief while lying fetchingly on a chaise lounge. Wait, that was "La Boheme"... At any rate, I have a nasty cough. It keeps me up at night and my voice is shot. I can't even begin to describe how much it sucks.

Oh, also, I am in Ireland. Hey, surprise! Isn't my life one interesting turn of events after the next? I had an interview today (with the organization I already work for), and they wanted me to interview in person, because it's a pretty high profile job for them. I think I did alright, but do you know that feeling when you leave an interview, and you have no idea what you actually said? It's all sort of a nervy blur. So what do I know, maybe I was a total ass. I guess I'll find out in a few weeks.

It is cold here. This has clearly not helped my tuberculosis. But on the plus side, I have free wireless in my hotel, and I have done a bit of shopping, which is really the important thing. Organic baby toothpaste! Quinoa! Gnocchi! Yay!

Tomorrow I fly back to Malawi, which means I will have spent about 60 hours traveling, and only 44 hours in Dublin. Not a good balance, really.