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Entries this day: Forgot Gateway_data1 Mr._Self_Destruct Really_hot_water Sleeping_aid gateway_data2 sadness Forgot 10:47am JST Thursday 13 January 2005 Crap. I have complained bitterly about people forgetting or not keeping their appointments. Get a calendar I've said. I have missed two appointments in the last week. Sunday night and this morning. I can't say I forgot, well I can, but I can't use that as the excuse; I continually forget every appointment; I use my calender as my brain. (there's a good target for self growth..) I looked beyond that and see two things: 0) these were two appointments that had been weekly, but were disrupted by the holidays. 1) I've stopped properly using my calendar. Both appointments were in there. Oh, there's one other thing that I daren't say on here. I didn't really want to go to either one. Sunday night I have to seem interested while speaking 1 mile per hour, and Thursday morning is Chinese-English exchange. (I've already blown off one of my C-E exchange partners (S.W. who I would meet monthly in Yoyogi), though in that case I did it by simply not scheduling another meeting (after she cancelled ours) and when she texted me back to plan another I was like, "I've basically lost interest." She never wrote back, though on a secret level, I wanted her to try to encourage me.) - - - - Oops; I almost got distracted. Okay, as I look down the path that starts with "begin making your life more fulfilling in Japan," my brain answers, I don't want to live forever in Japan. I'm ready to go. permalinkGateway data1 12:03pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 CD/track Wave III / Freedom 4: Five Questions body position flat on back with legs bent CD player Panasonic SL-CT510 headphones Audio-Technica ATH-T3 ambient temperature 20 C clothing socks, red flannel pants, GAP hoodie, Hitomi-knit cap working nostril(s) right emotional state calm physical tight back muscles from typing on laptop head tiny bit headachey from typing on laptop stomach fine pain/soreness ouchy back phone/door off/locked time allowed hours ambient light daylight through curtains ambient noise construction noise outside my window date/time 12:17pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 location Millenium House, room 20 12:58pm Once I actually lay down, I noticed my left nostril was working moreso than my right. They switched. Really. I fell asleep for parts of that one. I kept having a persistent dream type thing where someone was talking and I kept being distracted by that. I wonder now if that was the message, but I remember it as being nonsense the person was saying. For short periods, my brain would be well awake and my body asleep, but they didn't last long. A couple of times I felt vibrationally and once I felt like I was floating, but not quite like what I would expect as an astral projection. Floating, but not in my room, more like out (of this world). permalinkMr. Self Destruct 1:19pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 Today I seem to be stuck in my room with a pile of laundry asking to be done, but me not wanting to do it because it seems a useless task since we are not blessed with hot water in our laundry machines. For over a year, I've washed my clothes only in cold water. (A couple of times in Bell Wistaria I used the shower hose to fill the laundry machine, but there's no hot water easily available at these laundry machines. I could get a couple of pots and do it that way. I think I'll do that. Before writing the above paragraph, I had been stuck just eating chocolate and wanting to orgasm; my two drugs. MMmmmmm. permalinkReally hot water 1:51pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 Nice. I got two buckets and did a lone fire brigade to get steaming burning hot water from the shower room to the laundry room. Wasn't even too much effort for all that lovely hot water. Good skills. permalinkSleeping aid 4:24pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 I've devised an effective way to turn on and off my light without getting out of bed. This will let me read until I nearly fall asleep. I hook my Mt Fuji walking stick to the end of the light switch string. The stick can be pressed down gently to trigger the switch. permalinkgateway data2 4:26pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 CD/track Wave III / Freedom 5: Energy Food body position flat on back with legs bent CD player Panasonic SL-CT510 headphones Audio-Technica ATH-T3 ambient temperature 20 C clothing socks, red flannel pants, red shirt, GAP hoodie, Hitomi-knit cap working nostril(s) right emotional state calm, a bit depressed physical tight back muscles head fine stomach happy pain/soreness lower back and shoulders phone/door off/locked time allowed 38 minutes ambient light daylight through curtains ambient noise ample construction noise outside my window date/time 4:31pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 location Millenium House, room 20 5:13pm I slept through a lot of that. permalinksadness 11:03pm JST Thursday 13 January 2005 After Hitomi helped me study, I gave her a ride toward Musashi-kosugi station. I was like, [which is better, kosugi or motosumiyoshi?] and she goes, [your room]. It felt like a mental stab wound. Ah. *that's* why you offered to study with me. You hoped to spend the night in my room. I felt trapped between taking care of myself and taking care of this super cute sad little puppy that just wants a place to stay. I was like, "Hitomi....." as several things went through my head at once. I want to be sleeping at 11:30pm. I am too full to eat the pudding that you bought. If I am kept awake by you flipflopping around in bed I will want to kill you and not go to Hokkaido with you. It's not fair that I have to explain why I want to sleep alone in my room. It's my room. I'm paying for it. Done. I put my head down on my hands crossed on the handlebars and started to cry. Sloppy tears gushing onto my glasses and snot pouring onto the street. Why are you doing this to me? Why am I letting you do this to me? Why am I doing this to myself? Why are we doing this? She tried to clarify that only if I wanted to have her over did she want to come over. "No; that is not what you said. I said, 'Kosugi or Motosumiyoshi' You said 'heya'" (heya means room) "I didn't offer my room" I want to sleep alone tonight. I think she got the picture after that, but, though this is the third time we've had this exact dynamic of me literally crying and saying "I need my space; please go away," and she staying because I'm crying, she stayed. me: "Musashi-kosugi des." she: "hai." me: "okay, byebye." she: continued holding my hand. The more we have this kind of problem, the more I will never try to talk to you again. permalinkprev day next day |