Hello,
I'm just here to commemorate the mind-blowingly crispy bit of chicken skin I just bit into. Chee Seng generously let me have one of his pieces of fried chicken (I took a thigh piece =] - I thought I'd have to wait til I got home to eat such a meaty piece of chicken). As I headed out of his room he asked if I wanted bread to go with it but his loaf had started turning mouldy on the crust. Then as I was about to put the chicken in the (toaster) oven he came in to the kitchen and scooped rice into my bowl. Because he worries about me not eating properly. ..now that I have to cook for myself. oh man. I feel like the baby of the group.

Sundays are the worst. I'm too lazy to go out and buy food, let alone go to Nishi Waseda. So far I've eaten a cream puff, a curry pan, a pot of yoghurt and a kit kat.

Laundry day and a first period class

When I get my own place, I'm going to buy many beautiful, delicate vases and decorate every room with them. They will force me to act calmly when I'm feeling particularly violent to ensure that I don't accidentally break any.

I've taken up doing my work in cafes.