Zonked out of my mind in a lecture on karma. The only way to escape the eternal cycle of samsara - birth and death - is to realise that there is no you. (Immediate thoughts of spoons and black leather.) But who is doing the realising? It's a Catch-22, and hence the people closest to it are those who will most likely never attain it. The closer you think you are, the more you think of 'you'. Hah! Sucked in!!

I went home and had a nap. I was so a cat in a past life. Mrow.

Woke up almost too late for dinner, but it was all cream pasta sauces, and I don't like them. They make me feel terribly icky. So a fast food run was engaged in. Waiting in KFC, we decide on 21 pieces, giving us cold KFC (food of the gods) for the rest of the week. Much to our chagrin, they no longer serve the stuff in buckets. We wanted a bucket! The girl behind the counter gives us a lecture on how we only want a bucket to pretend we're American sitcom characters. We just smile and nod, and think she's a blithering idiot.

Loud discussion on the Kama Sutra on the way through the McDonalds drive-thru draws many odd looks.