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Oct 10, 2004 01:08

I really am a potato-eating flying monkey. Well, take out the flying bit and it's more accurate. I officially have cabin fever. I hate being sick and housebound - especially on a long weekend. Kuso! All I do is eat, sleep, check my e-mail, look at random sites on the net and read.

On a more positive note, I'm getting out of the apartment tomorrow to go see my adorable little four-year-olds play sports tomorrow at their 'sports festival'. Is there anything cuter than Japanese toddlers? Kittens, maybe, but can they scream, "Sensei!" and smile and hug your legs and wipe their boogers on your skirt? No... I then might go to ACT City to watch my adult student play okoto. It's going to be a very Japanese day.

I feel absolutely disgusting. I've eaten too much shit. I rarely get bored, but being confined to this 2LDK during typhoon season has pushed me over the edge. My OC side has flourished in this environment and my kitkat wrappers are now classified into neatly torn (all writing still legible), desperately torn (couldn't stuff that kat into my mouth fast enough) and dismembered (bits torn completely off, no longer one bit of plastic, but two separate bits).

Why is everything individually wrapped in Japan?
If I were a kitkat, would I be individually wrapped?
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