Posting is the new drunk dialing

Yeah. That title is pretty much it. I am getting spiced on some Cabernet Sauvignon from the Cosmos (it is a store) and it is too late to roust anyone state side. There was some kind of crazy typhoon this afternoon so I stayed inside most of the day. I wanted to get to the bank but there is too much traffic on the only road that gets out of the city. People are vacating. I feel safe though. I still have internet, after all. When that goes I will get the fuck out dodge but until then I am feeling as safe as houses... Anyway, I am going to ramble a bit based upon the pics I have taken in the weeks I was incommunicado:
I have an enourmous house by Japanese standards. In fact, it is pretty big by my standards. I sleep here--

I prefer to sleep on the couch. I have three reasons: 1. It is adjustable. I can fold the sides to any degree I feel like. 2. It is the room the air conditioner is in. This is key as even at night it is 87 degrees here. 3. It keeps me off the ground. I am pretty sure I will not survive living here without getting bit by a centipede, but every little bit helps.

Oh. Ha. These pictures are silly. I got impossibly muscular in about two weeks since I worked out so much. I went from normal girl to looking like I was training for a spot on the 2008 gymnastics team in about a week. Check it. Flexed:

Unflexed:


Lessee... This is the coke I promised myself after I got lost on Mt. Ryugatake which is scary enough at night thankyouverymuchJapan without the feral cats and ascending order of graveyards. When the road ended in unattended children hanging out in a circle as my cell died I thought I was done for.

Alls well that ends well though.

At first I was dressing very business appropriate but then I got lazy and started dressing like an asshole again. I ended up wearing this to work yesterday:


Yep.

At least my hair was formal...

Thanks Lisa.

Here I am eating food which I occasionally do.

Unfortunately, since I could not make it to the bank today I will be eating peanut butter, rice and wine for the next two days. It is a cash society and an ATM card from overseas really only works in a couple of places since the magnetic strip on cards are different here.

And here is just one where I look cute.

Ok. Well the town siren is saying something so I am going to let the bottle put me to bed now. Hopefully my bike, Joanna, is ok out there. Night.