I love Japanese. I was having a mildly crappy day. The weather is cold, wet, and rainy. I was wandering Chicago all day running errands, and killing a lot of time in between them drinking coffee, tea, and other cardboard Starbucks food. I didn't sleep well last night, and I really wanted a nap. I longed for the Shinjuku internet cafe I could crawl into and nap, or even the Tokyo Starbucks, where it's ok to sleep, if you do it discreetly. Oh, the McDonalds next to the ShinOkubo station, it's forbidden, by the way.
Then I had my lesson, and I felt recharged. I like my teacher, she's not really a teacher, rather a Japanese woman who married an American, who does lessons for fun on the side, but she's got a nice personality and is smart. We are going to be doing a drama script together, we went over it today. After speaking Japanese for an hour, my mood was much better. I'm glad I have something like this that love to do. I feel like after having a conversation for an hour, I can call myself "conversational".