I guess I only claim to be nice

I`ve been thinking terrible thoughts.

Terrible thoughts that make me laugh with the sheer awfulness they would cause, just because I`m so tired of all this.

Anything I say louder than a whisper is construed as a shout, Megan said, even if it`s typed. Typed all in lower case.

WHEN I YELL I TYPE LIKE THIS.

But I guess it makes no difference.

Enough.

I saw Kiyomizudera for the first time yesterday. I thoroughly enjoy Kevin`s sarcastic company, and we went to Bikkuri Donki again, and for the first time in Japan they gave the white people silverware, because we obviously don`t know how to use chopsticks.

Ouch.

My donkey betrayed me.

Today I will get some kind of work done. I have to. I wish there was a comfortable chair somewhere in this country, but I guess that`s wishful thinking. At least the secret of heat in my room has been revealed, and my hands will no longer freeze! Hallelujah.

I`m talking to Rebecca, and I miss her.

I can`t wait to see you all when I get home.

It won`t be long now.