Insomnia

My bed is a warzone. It is after two in the morning and I cannot sleep. There are more mosquitoes in this room than if I were sleeping outside. I do not understand. How could said infiltrators possibly have gained entry? The window is closed and sealed tight. The door has been shut for days and continues to be shut. How did they get in? Or perhaps they spawned from the invisible pool of water in the corner of the room...I am at a loss. This makes no sense. I cannot sleep. Joost gave me a net and I have erected it. I have no faith in it though. If this many mosquitoes gained access to my nearly airtight room they should be able to penetrate the fibers of this net with ease. How is this possible. It should not be. Now the Internet does not work. My head is throbbing and my legs hurt. But I don't hate Mali. No, no, not yet. In five minutes perhaps. But right now I am not filled with frustration. Merely wonder at how things could possibly be so incredibly uncomfortable in a place that promises quite the opposite. My own room. Air conditioning. Electricity. Hot showers. Wireless Internet. All the amenities one could imagine. How could it have gone so wrong?