I'm volunteering at an event in Yoyogi Park next weekend, and today was a preparation session. I spent 5 hours in a room drawing things, basically.
Hopefully I'll get a chance to take pictures of our tent during the actual thing.
Everyone was so young that I felt sorta out of place, and the girls were so pink, frilly and demure. It was interesting to see young people wanting to do something and contribute, and a guy in my group (called Angel) was telling me about work he does in his hometown and in Fukushima to raise awareness.
I got through today powered by rage, on only a dorayaki, a melon pan, and a mouthful of kimchi. I didn't finish my essays like I had planned, at all. I don't understand what happens to the time.