Time to wash my hair. I can smell bamboo smoke, fried foods, and cheap goods in my hair.
Not much to relay about my weekend. I should have brought my camera for dinner tonight. There were some strange-looking soy products. Our food was cooked fresh before us, and I had a little spice added. Spice is a welcome change from the often unstimulating Buddhist food I regularly eat.
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The spice of life is . . . spice.
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