As promised,

One of the newsroom cats. I wish I could say it was curling cutely around my feet, but I think the real goal at this point was to score some handouts and bolt back out into the courtyard.

On the hunt for a spare bit of Thai food.

And speaking of food, this has just opened up on the bottom floor of the building I'm moving into:

Giant cupcake=giant victory.

Tomorrow is my day off, and maybe I have big plans and maybe I don't. Allegedly I get paid--dirhams are good. Perhaps I will take that money and buy some stuff, like a stove and a gym bag and sheets and a gym membership.