So I’ve decided I should make this blargh a little more personal, as opposed to just a photolog. That way, it doesn’t lay dormant for so damned long.
Anyway, I work nights. Tuesdays, I work alone, so I get to play shopkeep, and open the place up, keep track of the money, and say things like, “Bombs? You want it? It’s yours, my friend.”
OK, so that last part not so much.
I had Abbey Road playing all night as background music, but now all I can think of is, “Listen Elton John, I’m sick of you, so I’m quitting the Beatles!” http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/shavecut
Ahh, on an unrelated note, an apartment isn’t a home without some Scotch. I’ve got a bottle of Laphroaig and Talisker- at cut-rate prices compared to America. They say Osaka is the second most expensive city to live in, after Tokyo, but I’m not so sure.
Tomorrow morning, or rather later today, I head out to Nagoya on my first real vacation within Japan. I’ll come back with craptons of photographic evidence.
Durandal, uhh I mean…