10:32 AM.

I now have four new friends on myspace, plans to get coffee when I get back, a pain in the side of my head from the headphones pressing on my headband (just figured out that was the problem and rectified it), and a couple of extra paragraphs.

Most of the white paint on my Nalgene bottle has worn off and the mark telling me 32 oz is gone. The two stickers I have on it are peeling and the bottom looks like I took a butter knife to it. Good, it's legit. A miniscule piece of clay from Sangum is in the grooves of the cap and there are teeth marks on the plastic where I had to hold the bottle in my mouth in Hampi - climbing big boulders. Now my Nalgene bottle is weighted down with so much more than it was when I came here.

Hiro is doing handstands in the middle of the floor, Malika and I are commiserating while I am forcing myself to stay put in this chair while a wasp flies around me. I'm bigger than it and it just wants to be my friend, right? I've realized since arriving here, having had many occasions to encounter large bugs, how funny it is when a person is afraid of a cockroach, bee, spider. Like elephants afraid of mice.