Oh, if tomorrow comes, I wanna waste my love on you like a pearl merchant..

 [wearing thrifted loose tank, Boom Sason Pants, Zara heels, vintage blazer & bag]

I'm bored with being sick. The weather in Marrakech last weekend was hot and dry, leading me to drink lots of (anything) liquid, amounting to an admittedly copious amount of all things alcoholic. What's new.. So it was no surprise to anyone that I would spend almost an entire week in bed afterwards, suffering the pains of a much-delayed mega-hangover, while sniveling over the final season of Grey's Anatomy, deep house music surfing on you tube and learning how to make soup out of whatever what left in my fridge. Although back to work now, my cough has stayed relentless, causing me many hours of sleep a night. Insert "I hate Mondays" rant here..

Kech seriously rocks me hard, and if it wasn't for the increasingly exaggerating dry desert summer-heat over there, I probably would have packed up and left Rabat and moved south. But I guess I'll just save my energy for when I am back there next month.. I know, the party never stops. It's like it follows me around everywhere I go........... Not that I'm complaining, or anything ;)

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