Category: Personal

I’d planned to keep the internets updated with the day-to-day progress of my adventures in Tokyo, with pictures and video and all that great stuff. At last, a blog worth reading! But tonight I’m so very very tired. It’s only 10 PM here and I’m already looking forward to a long, coma-like sleep. What I…

Saturday morning there was a 5-magnitude earthquake in the ocean east of Japan. It happened around 6:40 AM. The reason I know the time is because I’d gotten up at 6 that morning, then promptly fell back asleep and had the following dream: there’s no snooze button on the alarm clock in my hotel (which…

Kon-ban wa, minna-san! I’m writing to you from the future! It’s a quarter to eleven pm on Thursday, way past this gaijin’s bedtime. I’m going to watch the rest of Downtown‘s show and share the experience with my internet pals, and then see if I can make one of those little bubble things come out…

This week I’m headed to Tokyo, and boy are my arms tired. I’d probably be more excited about leaving if I weren’t already spent. When I was stuck at the airport back in Orlando, I bought a guide book for Tokyo and read it on the plane. Once I learned that there’s a single district…

Leaving your family to fend for themselves during a major illness sucks. Waiting in line 45 minutes just to get through airport security sucks. A two-hour layover at Washington Dulles sucks. An hour-long flight delay sucks. Waiting 30 minutes for your baggage only to find that it’d arrived on an earlier flight and had been…

I finally got back to Georgia from Orlando on Friday night. Even after a month and a half in Orlando and being very ready to leave, it still ended kind of abruptly. It would’ve even been nice to have one more day there as a non-working guest, instead of just one minute being at Epcot…

Okay, yeah, this kind of sucks. Somehow “you get to spend over a month at Disney World” didn’t register with me as “you get to work from around noon to 4am or later every day sitting in an abandoned store staring at a computer screen, occasionally going out into the heat to have mediocre food…

Usually I like being over-worked, because it distracts me from my normal self-involved maudlin navel-gazing. But apparently my inner blogger is fighting for attention, because the weirdest bout of unexpected nostalgia popped in my head this morning. I was in the shower, convincing myself that the code I’d written last night would work while washing…