: our taxi ride. “What’s she getting? Why are we here?” “Maybe she needs her birth control, I don’t know.” The driver enjoys our company. Thriller karaoke with B., A. and R. Spicy fries, edamame, shochu on ice before they move us into another room. We leave at about 5:30. Gray morning, blue morning, the roads are clear and traffic lights play for empty rows. I’m not ready. Walk to 7-11, too beautiful for words. Drop breakfast off and continue walking to McDonald’s for breakfast and coffee there. The sun rises slowly, the quiet in the streets, people sleeping in the warmth of their homes. I like the feel of cold against my cheeks. Take hellah keitai pictures. Showering with the 8:00 AM sun. Maybe I won’t sleep yet, after those two cups of coffee…
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1:30 PM and I don’t feel so bad. Lazy couch afternoon with This American Life: The Ghost of Bobby Dunbar and Somewhere Out There. Almonds, peanuts, raisins, and dried mango. Creeper, slow and gradual rises sickness. A. and I for soup curry, I take it slow but can’t finish. Wrapped in a blue blanket, lights dimmed where peripheral vision is visited by creatures who hide behind corners. Battlestar Galactica. I’ll sleep early, the futon flat, could be a simple blanket.
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