I have this feeling, like Waseda's standing behind my door, revving a chainsaw...

[zenkatsuo]

I didn't sleep very well last night. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, on came flashes of dreaded life in Waseda, where I must converse in japanese, eat in cafeterias, sleep in a bed that isn't mine, learn the freakish system of assigning addresses based on blocks rather than streets. Oddly enough I'm currently not at all worried about earthquakes, typhoons, killer hornets and crazy people with box-cutters that are horrors indigenous to Japan. Instead the thought that I don't know what kind of books they have at the libraries fills me with mortal fear.

I think I'm writing this down so that as I forget my initial reaction, as I'm wont to do, I can revisit it later when I'm again overcome with horror at having to leave my home and everyone who loves me and go to a country where few even know my name, where I have no friends, where people need only to look at me with my blonde hair and blue eyes to know that I don't belong there, I can read this and it may soothe me to know I wasn't only delighted, but possibly even more horrified.

Also, on a lighter note, I'm really worried about meat. I'm almost exclusively carnivorous, to the extent that I scoff at vegetables, have a profound disinterest in cooked fish, and tend to suffer symptoms of withdrawal if I'm denied meat for a period of days.
In Japan, meat is not very common. Its pretty expensive. I'm slightly worried that I may go insane from not having meat.