Ugh.

Apparently coming in at 3 PM with a sunburn so bad my face swelled up is not enough to get my coworkers to spontaneously ask how my weekend was.

Now I need to update about my Thursday adventure (le Corbusier's National Museum of Western Art and Yanaka cemetery) and my weekend (first night of staying out until 5 AM at the ageha club, followed by Mt. Fuji.) More to follow. I swear.

ugh. another interim entry.

I left work early. All of my coworkers except Ana are taking the rest of the week off for Obon. It's a Buddhist holiday, I think, where you honor the dead and visit your family. Ana and I are probably going into the office tomorrow, and then maybe trying for something fun on Thursday and Friday (?). I don't know. I definitely don't want to go shopping again unless I can FINALLY find some more presents for the more difficult people on my list. (Or Japanese Muppet paraphernalia.)

ugh.

I'm really tired and crabby right now and unfortunately can't think of a thing to say that I won't regret later for either a) being too negative or b) eliciting sympathy that I really don't deserve.

ugh.

. . .

When I got up this morning she was doing his laundry.

Sometimes I hate people. All of them.

. . .

So maybe they're language partners. But who eats supper with your language partner at 11:30 PM?

Fun times in Tokyo: Interim entry

Experienced my first earthquake tremor tonight. I was so stunned I didn't move or anything. But yes, I was scared. It wasn't a major tremor; the gas for the stove didn't even flip off.

Walking out to get myself dinner and some more butter for baking, I saw a four-inch long cockroach wiggling out its last in the middle of the pavement. I felt like barfing on the street.

I am, as aforementioned, attempting to bake. It is intimidating. I have a toaster oven and two burners and nothing else. I am trying to bake bread in a pot on the stove, after having baked cookies three at a time in the toaster oven last week.

Finally, I would like to note that even the really weird French guy (who I can quite frequently smell from five to seven feet away, and who I once encountered "practicing magic tricks" in front of the communal mirror in the kitchen at 2 AM) in my guesthouse seems to have a Japanese girlfriend. I am a little bewildered by how easy it seems for white guys to get Japanese girls to date them. The Australian dude in the house also has already a Japanese girlfriend.

I swear I will post more entries soon.

. . .

Kenta-san is wearing striped pants today. He is also wearing pink-and-black striped boxers.

WHY MUST THE WORLD BE PRIVY TO THIS INFORMATION?

Things I should tell you about

So:

Things I should really tell you about at some point.

Chapter 5 (currently missing): My 4th of July Weekend (aka America Day) in Japan.

Chapter 6.5: My adventures with Eriko-san and Kiyoka-chan (I get to call her that because she is under two.)

Chapter 7-7.25-7.5-7.75-so on: My MASSIVE ADVENTURE in various locations throughout Japan.

Chapter 8: Day in Kamakura with Toshiko-san and Kyoka-chan (I get to call her that because she is six.)

Chapter 8.5: Awa Odori dancing festival. Perhaps with a retroactive entry about practicing.

And maybe another rant on her work. Who knows?

. . . Erk.