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So, I've been back from Japan for a couple of days now -- although I'm still waking up every morning at 4 AM craving a bowl of rice with nori flakes for breakfast. And I can't get back to sleep, so I've been exhausted pretty much all the time since we returned. Also mopey and missing Tokyo, because the trip was WONDERFUL, practically everything I could have hoped for. If it weren't for wanting to be in Threepenny Opera, seeing school friends, continuing Japanese classes, and, you know, graduating and all, I would totally have taken Naomi up on her suggestion that I simply not show up for the plane -- I really didn't want to leave.
But anyway, here I am. Hopefully I will make it back to Japan someday soonish.
As usual, I owe roughly a million and six people emails, phone calls, etc. I will try to get to all those today or tomorrow, really truly. And if I'm supposed to contact you about something and I don't, please send me an email or an lj comment or a phone call or a text message or a carrier pigeon or something, because I have approximately the memory of a cantaloupe at the moment and am liable to forget anything that isn't physically attached to my person, like an arm or a leg or something. So if you aren't my arm or my leg, and I'm supposed to talk to you and haven't done so by tomorrow, please do harass me about it.
I'll also try to get around to posts about the trip, since a surprising number of people have been prodding me to write the way I wrote for Chile this summer. I didn't realize the Chile-related babble was so entertaining, but apparently it was. Groovy.
But anyway, here I am. Hopefully I will make it back to Japan someday soonish.
As usual, I owe roughly a million and six people emails, phone calls, etc. I will try to get to all those today or tomorrow, really truly. And if I'm supposed to contact you about something and I don't, please send me an email or an lj comment or a phone call or a text message or a carrier pigeon or something, because I have approximately the memory of a cantaloupe at the moment and am liable to forget anything that isn't physically attached to my person, like an arm or a leg or something. So if you aren't my arm or my leg, and I'm supposed to talk to you and haven't done so by tomorrow, please do harass me about it.
I'll also try to get around to posts about the trip, since a surprising number of people have been prodding me to write the way I wrote for Chile this summer. I didn't realize the Chile-related babble was so entertaining, but apparently it was. Groovy.