Living in the Maelstrom of Existence

Went to Berkeley Monastery to help out today. Cleared tonnes of Wood pieces and re-painted the stairs. Everyone came home with "battle scars" - white paint everywhere. I got it on my hair =.=... as if I don't have enough white hair. Ate hella chips and salsa for the rest of the day and then went for lecture. Staying at Andrew's tonight again.

Told some ghost stories in the night, in the end, nobody dared to go back to sleep in their individual rooms, so everyone crashed in the living room. There was not enuff space so I basically squeezed with my brother Andrew in the tiny space inbetween on the floor... No space to even turn in the middle of the night... But its kool...its kool...