February 3, 2010
India
I’ve started getting used to the faces around me: There’s Mafidash (Corinne and I can’t remember his name) from Maine, who has a huge beard and gave me a book. There’s Chrissy from Toronto, who got into a rickshaw accident on her way here and has bandages all over her face.
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February 2, 2010
India
Day Two brought with it a rebalance in my karma as I made up for last night’s ditch by sticking pricetags on CDs, however my boss said my bad penmanship is a sign that I’m probably bad in bed. But that little diss from Ananda was not my greatest worry — that would be succumbing to finally using the bathroom, which I’ve not done yet.
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