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Maybe shot of whiskey was a bad idea.  I felt fine until the train, as transportation and drun kdon't go well with me.  D:  Hopefully this Pocari Sweat will help things and I got a tuna bread thing from Family Mart to soak up the beer and I hope to be okay.  I watned to write more but can't see straight.  Bad.  D:  I hope andrew gets sex tonight even if he is a bit of a paper bag.  At least it's sex.  And once I again, I am living vicariously through someone else. 

I just hope to not be disgustinly hungover or groggy tomrw.  Gonna sleep in as much as i need and see where we go from there.  Might finish the fic fi I feel ambitious and get encouragement. Hinto hinto~ 

OkY. must stop now.

Spontanous Combustion

Made a spur of the moment trip to Mito today.  It was fun!  I didn't get to see what I really wanted to -- a samurai residence (or a mock of one perhaps) -- but it was fun anyway.  It was nice being able to go out by myself and get lost and then find my way again and go in circles at my own pace.  And stop and read everything.  I took lots of pictures (and realize that 80% of them are of signs).  I will make a point to take a trip back in March to see the plums in bloom (which would probably make Kairakuen Gardens a lot more interesting) and earlier in the day so that I get to see the samurai house!

I felt a bit ill on the train back... it's about 2.5 hours away.  I wasn't hungry but I got a bit of a snack and it wasn't even hot or busy and I felt nauseated by the time we got back to Kashiwa.  GOD.  Yuito's English teacher (or one of his teachers) commutes from Mito to Yokohama every single day.  Even if you take the express Hitachi train, that's a fucking long way.  The commute must be paid for because it cannot be cheaper to live in Mito when you teach in Yokohama.  That's... freaking 3 prefectures (well, 2 prefectures and a metropolis) away.  You're nearly at the Pacific Ocean!  Unbelievable.  And if you're working at a Keio school, I doubt your paychecks are anything to laugh at.  Or so I would like to think.

It's 9:42... I'm eating my miso soup and feeling quite drowsy.  I should turn in soon and I might be able to get up on Tuesday without wanting to keel over or kill someone (especially since I have a full morning that day).  No plans tomorrow except cleaning house and finishing this fucking fic.  I WANT IT DONE!

Pictures to come tomorrow.  I'm too tired to go through that pain right now.