Birthday Boy

1:30 AM Monday, November 29, 1999

I went out to dinner tonight with Ami and our friends Divia and Xerxes and Natashsa. Indigo is a very swanky restaurant here in Bombay. I had risotto with morel mushrooms and asparagus. Livin' high on the hog as they say back in the U.S. of A. I even had a birthday dessert with a candle and Divia and Xerxes picked up the check. Gonna have to get them back for that one. So good to be back in Bombay, with gay guys and women with stuffy British accents. I can still smell Natasha's perfume on my hands. In regards to my recent deliveries, I hope I wasn't a total bore complaining about all that stuff on my Pushkar trip. I did have a good time but plain old contentedness doesn't make for very interesting writing. I hope it was at least entertaining.

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Today I just sat here in my underwear all day and typed on my laptop. I fixed up the website that has all this writing I've been doing so it's more presentable. I played guitar and sang in front of the mirror and drank Pepsi and chewed about 6 pieces of gum. That's what I'm doing. When I come home at night I don't have to think about getting up in the morning to go to work. I don't have to wear a jacket when I go outside. I'm losing weight and I'm getting tan. I have all the time in the world. Why do people ask me why I decided to come here? Isn't it obvious? What could a birthday boy like me possibly wish for when I already have so much?