The intestinal waste has forcibly come in contact with the rotating air circulation device.

The title has nothing to do with me or anyone I know. It's just a thought.

Since Korbous, we have gone to places around Tunis, Dougga (an old Roman city), Hammamet, Nabeul, and El Kef. Hammamet was basically for the beach, and it was a great beach. In Nabeul, we bought some cool candle holders. I know it sounds lame, but they are really cool. Dougga was amazing. The ruins were so fun to climb on and explore. I love that kind of thing. I could have spent an entire day there. Around Tunis, we went to La Marsa, which apparently has some well-known ice cream places. There is one owned by the father and one owned by his son. We tried them both, and the son won on taste. On our trip to Dougga, we also stopped in Ain Draham and Tabarka. We didn't do much at these places, but it was nice to have been there. Ain Draham was like a village in the Alps. It was up in the forested mountains and had white houses with sloped red roofs. Tabarka was on the sea.

I have a cold. My head and nose are all stuffy, I'm coughing and sneezing a lot, and I think I have a fever. Ugh, I hate being sick.