I'm good or at least getting a lot better at sending letters, but sending packages is a whole nother deal. for one thing, I can never get to the post office during its hours, how nice. (even before I started being at school for 11-12 hours, the p.o. would still be closed by the time I skipped out.) for another thing, a little birdie told me that they totally rifle through your packages if you are sending stuff to America from here. is that true? who am I even asking? another thing is that I can't easily find standard-sized packaging... so I'm just keeping boxes here and there, amid all the dirty dishes and undone laundry.
a recent box was one that used to hold 18 manju biscuit/sweet desserts. I bought them in Kyoto intending to give them out as customary omiyage/gifts to the other teachers, but started to reason out how there were fewer manju than teachers I intended to give them to... so I just ate the whole boxful, minus two for Anna and Charlie, which probably went uneaten anyway.
I keep seeing really cuuuute J-dudes walking around, but AUGH, how can I ever talk to them??? on top of this, 3/4 of them smoke. I've decided that I probably can't make a 'romantic commitment' (platonic & purely sexual is fine) to a cigarette smoker; it sounds uptight, and probably is, but really it's more looking to not be uptight, since I know a relationship will already bring out the Nag in me even without the smoke. it really sucks though, since J-dudes be smokin' (senses 1 and 2).
I am in horribl e need of sleep