: welcoming rain; streets are car busy, the office is quiet; today is Obon; cars pull into the cemetery, the office is empty; Kyoutou-sensei shows me the contents of the refrigerator; “Please eat and drink.”; there is iced tea, Aquarius, jellies and ice cream; walk to an omuraisu restaurant; country-style, TV news the rotating clips of a Japanese celebrity caught with MDMA after a girl overdosed; a man smoking at the counter; the automatic doors are decorated in lattice; omuraisu – ketchup flavored rice wrapped in a layer of scrambled egg on a pool of beef curry sauce lightly lined with mayonnaise, on the side – a small cabbage salad flavored with a sesame dressing and a mug of chicken consommé; contemplate a trip to Tsutaya before heading home; download new St. Vincent album and an Indigo Girls album from emusic; is this new subscription model worth it?; I tire easily reading the complaints in their forums; Out on my chest, the door bell rings, the electric man is here but I stay on the couch with my eyes closed; dinner is a contest; ride to Seicomart and get myself a point card; finish the remaining thrilling though predictable episodes of Harper’s Island.
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