Apr 11, 2006 08:30
Literally I've been doing nothing.
Read a bunch of Bukowski and Vonnegut and Nair.
Hung out on the beach.
Wandered around Madras.
Figured out how to pack my bags.
I think this afternoon I'm going to write an ode to my aunt's husband Aniyan.
He deserve an ode.
More so then the rest of us.
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