My friend Colleen took me out to dinner, to show me Filipino food and Filipino karaoke, which only _looks_ like it causes me terrible pain: The food was delicious, and the karaoke was fun, and the bathroom comes with a viewing gallery: Yikes.
I caught myself wishing I could push a button on my phone and make Joanna Newsom music come out. 2 or 3 times last week I saw giant white-laminate block letters the size of my head appear in the air, spelling the lyrics, words floating in one at a time as she sang them. When I was half asleep this morning I think I grabbed and hugged some of the harp parts from Have One On Me. I think I need to spend more time interacting with actual people.
I think I'm finally ready to start writing stories about my time in Japan, but I'm kind of stuck until I can think of a really impressive word for penis.
AMT threw a holiday-slash-wear-an-eyepatch party that was quite successful. Vince made a gingerbread colloseum, Pud made some mini-honey gladiators, and AMT made happiness for all.