I skipped language class to type our final paper for this first part of the semester, but then met Nyimala, my teacher, on the way to turn it in, which sucked. I had to feign sickness, but what else could I do? I needed that time also to print my photos, which proved to be another disaster. Somehow after the guy read the photos off my memory card, something went wrong. My camera said the card could no longer be used - apparently it had just died. I wrote another batch of postcards at a coffee shop and took a scarey cab ride home, where the clouds practically stuck to the windshield. My little brother tenzin's birthday is tomorrow, he's turning 3 and I don't know what to get him. We're going out to eat in lower dharamsala in celebration.