And then there were … 19

Okay!
Apparently it is a very stupid idea to sit in a park on a warm night and talk to friends. And participate in activities which require not moving for two minutes.

Clearly, I am single handedly feeding the mosquito population of Tokyo. At this rate, I expect to be devoured alive by the end of the month.
I’m pretty sure that if any one person has malaria on this island, I do now!

The stats (just from tonight’s crop of 11):
Left leg: 2
left hand: 2
Right hand: 5 (!)
Neck:2

Someone at work said that this is because I’m blood type O.
Can I get, like, all my blood transfused, please? Maybe AB. I always liked the sound of AB. That’s the opposite, right?

I just marinated in a very hot tub of water in hopes of reducing itching. Thinking cool, happy thoughts. Cool, non scratchy thoughts.

*itch*

Decisions, decisions…

I have a problem.
Having moved to a new apartment, I find myself in need of curtains. Nice, light-blocking curtains.

Curtains in Japan get pretty expensive. I could easily spend $300 on the cheapest kind.

Craigslist, thankfully, presents a cheaper solution. It so happens that I’ve found some curtains precisely of the dimensions I need, for $20. A steal, right?

Only one little problem.

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What to do?  I mean, I just need to block the light, but that is some PINK right there. Oof.

Maybe I just take ’em, breathe slowly a few times, and spend the savings on a new gizmo. I think that’s what I need to do, and yet, something in me hurts, just a little.

Okay, maybe a lot. *rubs eyes.*
Man, oh man.

自殺

Aka suicide.
Aka the only thing that delays the trains in Tokyo.

Like the one I find myself waiting for now. Kinda paradoxical that those with the most meaningless existences end them in a way that impacts so many.

Pretty sad way to go.