So tired today. It was a great day though. After I decided to dress up, it seems people think I am Japanese... It's humbling. When we went to a sushi bar an old man sat next to me. He started saying that this was a good place. (we just randomly ran across it while on a side street). I wouldn't know sushi, but this old man spoke directly to us. I think he was a regular. It gave me the confidence to try speaking to the waitress and others. I think I said things correctly, but I might have mixed-up a few counters.
We also saw a lot more hot chicks.
I work up to a salary mans cough only 30 minutes past six. The day was young and the bitter frost of winter nipped at my nose. I opened my bag and took out my contacts and quietly tip toed through the quiet glow of capsules, emerging into the lounge. The air smelled of smoke and I saw my comrade pope-San walking his way over. "Is Matt awake up yet" he snarled referring to fellow comrade Fuijimoto. Fuijimoto had boasted he would be working up early. This apparently was not the case.
To be continued...
(anyway, caspule hotels ruin my wake up early routine. They'd ruin anyone's. ミルさん and ポプさん woke up way earlier than I. I was way relaxed the rest of the day. Maybe it was the sauna... We just remembered... Warren bought a cake today. I got it on film- when he ordered the cake, he took a picture of what the wanted and showed his camera preview to the girl behind the desk. She blushed. It was romance... We then had the cake. A the starbucks that is above the Shibuya intersection. It was good cake. We also went toakihabara. I almost got this really hot figurine of this bikini girl. Warren got this sweet radio plastic toy. I am jealous. We have to go to sleep now.
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