I feel so unhealthy. It's time to head home. Most of the day I said to myself... 2 days of India left. Then Mohamed Ali's voice rang in my head exclaiming, "don't count the days, make the days count!" Which is worthy. I surely made the most of the day and I'm especially proud of myself for making it to vinyasa this morning when I felt like crap. I opened my mentality to feeling good all day. Yet the cockroach crawling up my purple shirt over break set me back. I never wanted to be that girl who startles easily at bugs- but this very well could have been a rat. Not joking. When a creepy crawly prehistoric brown beetle is clawing at your belly it's frightening. I screamed. I almost struck out at flicking this horrifying creature off me. I could feel it's weight under the pen as I bat it across the room. My stomach lurched, exactly the opposite of what I needed; It took me a good two minutes to calm. This made me very eager to be at home where the invaders are cute furry mice, not rodent sized insects. And that lurching: now I'm perched on the toilet for what seems to be the gazillionth time during this trip. I followed the rules- all rice and chipati and lots of water- yet there is clear yellowish beige burning liquid exploding from my asshole. This time I can barely leave the throne. I guarantee you there is a ring the shape of the toilet seat curved into my derrière like facial pillow prints from a good nights sleep. And usually diarreah does not burn like this. Grrrr this bacteria or virus or demonic Delhi belli is knocking us out like flies. I thought I'd be a survivor and make it two more days. Thinking about the 4 hours of yoga I have to lead over the next 48hours, in front of the entire class makes my insides hurt. Maybe I'll wear a diaper and lay in shavasana praying for prana to heal my digestive tract. Maybe ol faithful will erupt from my downward dog. Maybe I'll teach "shit karma" instead of the purification technique of shat karma. Ahmph. Alright the war with my rear is at a ceasefire so I'll attempt to fall asleep before the brown blaze burdens my buttocks again. Goodnight. 2 more days.