I start Monday at a former co-worker's art gallery. I hope it goes well, I had two short lived disasters, it can't happen a third time... It's too good to be true, literally next door to where I am living. How could that happen??
Four days of not smoking. I miss it, but it's nice not stinking. It really illustrates the power of tobacco over me, I really have to weigh the downside of smoking, which are by no means trivial; bad breath, stink like smoke, can't breath well, spend almost 10 bucks a day, have to carry gum around, have to smoke every chance I get. I don't even like making eye contact with people when I smoke.
Now I can googley-eyeball everyone indiscriminately.
I haven't spoken Japanese at all, outside my lesson. I said something incorrectly to my girlfriend in Japanese when we were talking this morning, and she laughed at me. I wanted to hang up, I felt myself turn red with anger. I never laugh at her crappy English, I always patiently wait for her to finish simple sentences. Oh, well, no point in feeling self pity. I like my Japanese:)
I got an unexpected letter from a classmate. I miss Japan. I miss my classmates.