Ha.

Shomura Sensei definitely just said, "今、ちょっと、vegging out しています。" That's awesome.

So after the vomiting...

I went to this Hideki Matsui museum. For those of you who don't know, Matsui grew up in Kanazawa, where he kicked little Japanese kids' asses at baseball, judo and sumo (yes, sumo), until high school, when he kicked little Japanese teenagers' asses at mostly just baseball, until he graduated and moved to Tokyo, where he kicked little Japanese mens' asses at Pro Yakyu. So anyway, there's a museum in Kanazawa. I went with this old guy, Okada-san, who's always kind of randomly showing up at Crazy Granny's house offering to take me places. Not gonna lie, it was pretty creepy for a while. Maybe still is. Crazy Granny seems to think he's harmless, but I mean, she's Crazy Granny. She thought if she put the not-quite-ripe peaches in the fridge for a while they'd get ripe and delicious. Anyway, this being about my fourth date with Okada, I figure I can stop carrying my pepper spray...but maybe that's what he wants me to think. Oh well. I could probably take him in a fist fight. He's pretty damn old.

Anyway, he took me to the Matsui Museum, which was farely cool, all the stupid Yankees' garbage notwithstanding. I now know lots of useless crap about Matsui, like his hat size and that his seventh pro home run was a walk-off home run, etc, etc. After that, we had some time left over, so he took me to this tourist trap where you pay a bunch of money and paint a stupid picture on a stupid tea cup, they bake it for you, and you have one ugly, expensive tea cup. I actually have two ugly, expensive tea cups. Okada-san is like the best sugar daddy ever.

So since then, I've pretty much been sitting at my desk watching Yasuda-san's ridiculous smiley-face clock tell me it's only two hours and thirty-four minutes until lunch break. And that I only have like four days left in Japan. I'd say it's bittersweet, but when I think bittersweet I think mostly bitter, but kind of sweet. But with this, it's mostly sweet, and kind of bitter. I don't really know. I'm not really bitter or sweet.