Freaky Friday
Today was, overall, less than savory. But it ended on a high note, so I suppose that's all that matters.

All day I was irrationally emotional and irritable. Eventually, I found a little time to go to the gym-- it's good to be back!! Even though I feared going (and I WAS the only white person there); once I got started it was hard to stop.

Today I also had an appointment at the health center and was recommended to a dermatological specialist who prescribed me both antibiotics and ointment at my pestering. I think she hates me for my foreignness and my demands. But the damn folliculitis is definitely coming back.

Speaking of foreignness, I had a great conversation with host mom and dad last night about Engrish. Specifically, Engrish.com. It turns out that host mom is a big fan of Engrish.com even though she doesn't understand what most of the "missteps" mean. She asked me to explain a few and I was really at a loss to say except that "uh, it's... wrong...". We had some very good laughs and I'm glad for the strange connection. If you haven't seen Engrish.com, check it out. I feel the need to add to it with some of the things I've seen. Like the wine truck that said "Reefer Container Car" on it (and also our wine bottle last night, peculiarly labled "reefer") and the cigarette machine with a label that asked, "Are you a good smoker?"

Ah, I do love Engrish! But that's really quite enough for tonight. I just got back from the club in Shibuya. As it turns out, I could have stayed later since I missed my last bus anyway and had to walk from Shinjuku. The walk was fine, after I got my drunk self un-lost by asking some workers where the Hilton (a landmark on my bus route) was. I'm quite cautious while inebriated.

The club was fun, especially after it filled up. Ironically, Covert showed up with some friend and we chatted for a good long while. It's nice to have a coworker here from UO who is working in Tokyo. It makes life seem more... normal... to run into him.

Alas, I must get to bed. I haven't been getting nearly enough sleep lately and it's contributing greatly to the emotional detriment of my everyday life. Wish me sweet dreams!