Things have changed a little up here, in my smoky mountain cabin. For starters, the aforementioned cabin has been lifted by a couple of burly removal men and plonked over in Japan. Mad, that. Don't ask me how I got here, I'm not entirely convinced it's actually happened yet.
I'm not much of a "hey, look at me, I'm doing a cartwheel!" type, except when I'm drunk. (And when I'm drunk the people around me also tend to be drunk, and doing (metaphorical) cartwheels, and their (metaphorical) cartwheels tend to be a lot louder and more impressive than mine so in reality the equilibrium hasn't really shifted.) I'm much more along the lines of "well, I'm over here playing this muted squeezebox if you're interested." So it's not really in my nature to publish my thoughts, and if I do I tend to regret putting out something that came out of my brain, that actual other humans can read at their leisure forever. Nonetheless my desire to claw back what little knack I had for writing, and my need to clarify my entropy through graphemes and phonemes and all the other 'emes that other people handily invented for my porpoises, compels me to post this diarrheic catharsis for everyone to skim like ice dancers, shrug and mutter to themselves that that weird bird they knew from school has got even weirder, even if she did manage to stop wearing ill-fitting shoes. Fortunately I have actual content in my life right now, so there should be too many pictures of restaurants and trading card emporiums to have to write about any feelings or whatever it is humans call it when they watch Gilmore Girls and shed water.
I will, however, tell you my feelings on the hangnails I have right now. The air is very dry here and I am having a lot of feelings about these raw hangnail nightmares I am having.
I don't know what else to tell you. There's an apartment. It's nice. There's food. You can eat it. There's Japanese people. You can talk to them (mainly to apologise for whatever Shinto god/train etiquette you've just massively offended). There's a job. I get money and talk to humans and make them talk back to me.
There's a good three months' worth of stuff to catch up on so I'll be steadily dripping that onto your thirsty tongues, dear readers.
