096 wake up, I'm pounding on the door
More resolutions last week. This week too, I suppose. No more hiding.
When I don't want people entering my apartment I think it's really time to get things cleaned up. Also, first- haha- lesson with Naoko yesterday, we practiced numbers. That went really well, I enjoyed it. She says I'm a great teacher. I say it's just because a native speaker can explain it and demonstrate it better. And having a chance to practice my Japanese again is good, too.
Today I was mostly sick. But I think I slept off most of it. And apparently my voice sounds cool when I have a sore throat, who knew. Little brother worried, of course. But not too much.
I had another one of those nightmares, bringing the count up to three. It was easier this time though and I needed less time to recuperate. Maybe eventually I'll feel like my dreams are safe again.
And once again there's someone I worry about. I met him as hurt but never broken, as a strong, clear-minded person. Now he drinks and shuts himself off, with his health problems continually getting worse. I wonder why he's so disappointed with people. And why he acts like it's all on his shoulders. I'd like to talk to him sometime, see if I get through to him. But I'm not gonna break my back to be his "savior" if he'd rather be miserable.
...shame, I guess.