Anybodys hero
Drank quite a bit of chu-hi last night, and managed to fall asleep before ungodly hours. Meaning I probably got to bed before 1 a.m., and not 4 a.m., which in itself is remarkable. However, after I burned the alcohol I woke up at 4.50 a.m. bleary and wondering why the ceiling was flashing. It was in fact just my phone that was flashing, because I'd gotten mail. Then I slept on. I'd set the alarm to 9 since I'd gone to bed early. However, I think I reset it at least three times in the morning, until finally thinking that I was sufficiently awake to not need it anymore. After which I slept some more. It was actually pretty great that Hoshino called at 11, since otherwise I might still be sleeping. He found it pretty funny, especially after I asked him what time it was. But still, pretty good for having just woken up. Back in high school, when I had exams on german, Mom would burst in at the wee hours of the morning and make me conjugate verbs. I guess this is kinda like that.
But seriously, Hoshino isn't my mother, even though he seems to think he is. So he doesn't have to tell me to go ahead and go back to sleep. Apparently, what he really needs isn't a wingman, or a girlfriend. It's those kids he wants. So he wouldn't have to mother me...
Bought myself a ticket to the Ghibli museum for Friday. It's pretty close, so it's convenient to go there before I move out of Kodaira. Moving makes me sad. I've just gotten to know the place, and all the hidden gems. I realized today that I'm doing the exact same thing I did before leaving Finland, thinking "oh, but I won't be here to see it, I will be gone" and "this may be the last time I go there, because I'll be gone"...
I'm not DYING, for chrissakes!
Speaking of dying, however, yesterday, as I was sitting here drunk on chu-hi and chatting with Mom, a great big cricket came out from who knows where. I got up, picked up my slipper and hit him. He died, the poor bastard. At the time I rather thought the fact that I got him with the first shot was a sign that I wasn't really all that drunk. But looking back on it now, if I hadn't been quite damn drunk, I wouldn't even have tried to hit him. I don't like killing bugs.
But seriously, Hoshino isn't my mother, even though he seems to think he is. So he doesn't have to tell me to go ahead and go back to sleep. Apparently, what he really needs isn't a wingman, or a girlfriend. It's those kids he wants. So he wouldn't have to mother me...
Bought myself a ticket to the Ghibli museum for Friday. It's pretty close, so it's convenient to go there before I move out of Kodaira. Moving makes me sad. I've just gotten to know the place, and all the hidden gems. I realized today that I'm doing the exact same thing I did before leaving Finland, thinking "oh, but I won't be here to see it, I will be gone" and "this may be the last time I go there, because I'll be gone"...
I'm not DYING, for chrissakes!
Speaking of dying, however, yesterday, as I was sitting here drunk on chu-hi and chatting with Mom, a great big cricket came out from who knows where. I got up, picked up my slipper and hit him. He died, the poor bastard. At the time I rather thought the fact that I got him with the first shot was a sign that I wasn't really all that drunk. But looking back on it now, if I hadn't been quite damn drunk, I wouldn't even have tried to hit him. I don't like killing bugs.