"I've done everything I can for you."

My father saying that to me was the most depressing thing I have ever heard.

. . . home again. After a fashion. It's weird, when going home has two different meanings ( Read more... )

Getting towards 3 AM. I don't want to sleep. Not because I'm not tired (I am tired). Not because I'm jet lagged (my body has given up on time changes and just wants to sleep all the time). Not because it's too much work to get ready to go to sleep. I just don't want to sleep ( Read more... )

Reasons to be happy ( Read more... )

Wednesday is my "free night," such as it were, and now that my stomach's complaints have been satisfied, at least for the time being, I'm free to sit at my kotatsu and do not much of anything. The apartment is cold despite the electric heater's constant blowing, and every ten minutes or so I'm forced to put my hands under the kotatsu blanket to ( Read more... )

I like Christmas presents, I do.

( my xmas stocking )

Great good gods, I can't believe I not only managed to pull off that class, but actually made it into a decent lesson. That was nothing short of a miracle.

Now I have a week of just about nothing to do at school, beyond planning future lessons. Feel free to give me some ideas. 3v1l is preferred!

In my excitement over going home this year, I managed to forget the particularly volatile waters that potentially await me there ( Read more... )

me: nonono, I am utterly without qualms, truly I am poor in qualms, my qualm-treasury is completely bare.

Christmas can't come soon enough.

Returning to the US was a bit surreal to me, returning to Japan just as much so.

I think the strangest thing about going home was . . . well, how easy everything was. It first hit me in the plane; I could speak to just about anyone I wanted to. It continued for days; going to the grocery store was no longer a puzzling quest but an easy task, store ( Read more... )