This morning I had a dream that I was talking to Urvashi Gandhi a lot and she was trying to be my best friend.
I woke up and went down for a walk feeling very listless and met this shit guy called Dilip who is a doctor who told me I should stop smoking.
Then Bakarji called me and I went to the bank and got all my work done.
I had 1000 rupees in my wallet and Taste of Northeast India fleeced me and I am never going there again. Arshad Warsi waited my table over there and told me his name is Mariezolen.
The police is also harrassing me a lot.
I've been writing letters in my notebook. That is the most fun exercise.
I slept after I returned home and just woke up because Chotto came home to drop Melon and Kit.
I am feeling:
Hurt by society
In need of a job
Happy
Groggy
If not for Bakarji and Shubhamji I don't know what I would have done.
I love God.
I am grateful for God's infinite love grace and blessings on my life.
Love,
Me.
6.11 pm
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