Got off the night bus around 新宿西出口, brushed my teeth in a public bathroom, walked through the 駅 cos it's raining, then down Meiji Dori to breakfast at McDonald's.

As we were talking about caves, cos the idea of exploring some excited Rachel.

Aaron: "the fearless Myra is actually afraid of something?"

Ha, ain't that cute? I suppose he thought so cos I'm often saying "let's" and had planned to go travelling alone - around a country where I can barely speak, read or understand the language. But I reckon I'm scared of more things than most people.

You know how it is.. you've just realised that holidays will begin soon and that means deadlines will come sooner, so you list them - deadlines for essays, reports, presentations, plus any final exams. Upon working out the rate at which you need to pepare and produce results, you panic, declare sleep is overrated, stock up on easy meals, snacks and, above all, caffeine. But, suddenly, within the first few days of your hermit life, you find that everything is suddenly infintely so much more interesting: the book acting as a platform for your snacks, that had been renewed several times, needs to be read this instant; that hobby you'd been meaning to take up is now something you can explain at great length; you agree that your room needs to be tidier and cleaner.


(Of course, I'm exaggerating; most of my time has been spent feverish with the travel bug.)

man, I was really down yesterday. I won't go into it, to avoid dwelling on it and inviting the mood to return, linger. today's good though. okay, I didn't wake up near as early as I'd hoped: I only managed to watch 10 minutes of Pokémon before falling back asleep, but I've showered, eaten and done some work :)

I've been reading the book on Nietszche from Oxford Uni Press's Very Short Introductions series and I'm enjoying it so much I've had to make a second flask (because Japan doesn't understand the concept of 'mugs': they're half the size they need to be) of Earl Grey. But before returning to the book I'm here to check mail just quickly.. I say 'quickly' but I pressed 'play' in Spotify where I had Martha Wainwright's "I Know You're Married But I Have Feelings Too" album, which I'd not heard before and it's too good to leave.. Today I'm glad to be alone, but it's probably best that I ask someone to make sure I go out and buy food. oh.

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.