The Icing on the Cake

I know I complain a lot, but this is getting ridiculous. It's as if Egypt, instead of gently saying goodbye to me with a heartfelt invitation to return, is kicking my ass to the curb before slamming the door in my face.
I want to like you, Egypt. Why do you do these things to me?
Yesterday, Egypt gave me my first sandstorm, which I never want to experience again. Imagine the whole world with a brown tint, no sun, and typhoon winds. You can taste the sand in your teeth, inhale it with your nostrils, and feel it burn your eyes. Did I mention that it was also 50 degrees (F) outside? Before all of you Wisconsinites laugh at me, hear me out. I have no winter coat here, no heat in my apartment whatsoever, and it gets colder at night (dipping to 8 degrees C). I'm not sure if I will go into shock when I step out of the airport in New York, but at least my mom's apartment has heat.
Finals are also approaching, which are always fun (not). Too much homework + freezing cold bedroom+ muezzins from 5-6 am= one tired, cranky, semi-depressed, beauty-sleep deprived Ari.
4 and a half days . . .