At home

I am back home and I was so happy to finally get here that I thought there must be some sort of psychotropic drugs in the atmosphere. It's been just two days but I have already gotten used to the new house. Its quite an open house and even smells like the old one.
Furthermore I have also come to the conclusion that the key to happiness is good bowel moments.
I have been reading my old diaries again, and the last ones were full of my notes on Marxism and stuff. I was quite surprised to read them. My opinions seem to be so much clearer and intrepid then.
I have been reading and playing the flute mainly. It's been very nice.

So the Luthra thing is over.
And I have now stayed up all night watching comedy shows.

Comedy duos, man. I like them.
I mean I think that's the test really, if you can stay up till 5 in the morning watching/listening to something then you like it.

And if it sounds good to you, it's bitchin'

I should write that on a t shirt

Also how much do I want to go home

I have thought a lot of profound things in Delhi, I will post once I get home and get some time.

It's five in the morning.