Today I woke up at 5:00 and had to piss. Sometimes I feel like I would rather piss in my sleep than have to wake up, groggily get up and find my way to the toilet with my eyes crusted shut from a night of poor sleep. Then I have to go back to bed and start the horrible process of falling asleep all over again.
    I toyed with the idea of jogging, but I felt like my heart would explode if I exerted too much energy this early: I’ve had that kind of week. My own sampler reads: “Seven days of angst makes one weak.” I did finally sleep again, only to not be awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Sometimes the absence of sound can be deafening….

    I’m now listening to the trance channel at spinner.com, trying to eradicate my own thoughts that stick in my brain like barbed wire around a death camp.

    I probably should go eat something. Unfortunately, I will go to MacDonald’s across the street. I will eat “eMu-saizu Maku Furai Poteto (a medium-sized bag of fries!), Cafe-o-ray, and hato apuru pai (hot apple pie!).” I wonder if after leaving Japan I will be able to stop speaking in katakana. We’ll see in only 5 1/2 more weeks.