8:15 a.m.
When my aunt Sandya's daughter Sanchi or Himari Alejandra came here with her husband, Suranga. We went to Movenpick hotel. It's a small, narrow building near Temple Trees. My office. I enjoyed the chicken drumsticks with a great teriyaki sauce they made. I had like 20 of them. I do that disgusting habit of pigging out and hogging items in a buffet. I regret not doing it for Koshi's dad Anura's 70th birthday. They had great mutton, I only served too little. I had too much of the other stuff. I rather only hog what I like. So first you scout or spy, taste test everything, in small amounts. Then when you find out what's good, you hoard all of it. I also like to be a heathen to use Jewish-recipe hummus with my wraps, which I find delicious, even though I don't know, and presume they don't do so. They used to serve hummus, but don't do so now. I think Koshi told me they threw away the uneaten food that day, which is shameful. They should have let you take home as you bought it, and there's so much.
