I'm, uh, really tired right now. Hit the gym for the first time in a month this afternoon and I think it did me in. I felt pretty guilty for neglecting my body for so long I undertook an extra self-flagellating routine. I think that's how you spell it... and I think the grammer is correct on that. Ahh, fuck it. You get the point. The gym I go to recently banned parking bikes in front of their building so now all the bikes are lined up tight against all 3 other walls. It's almost as if the bikes are propping the building up. There's room for artful insight into the visual but, again, I'm too tired.

I was gunning to buy some jeans yesterday but the store I favour was closed for renovations and it killed my shopping mojo for the rest of the day. I had plans to start filling in gaps in my summer wardrobe but I completely deflated, walked around Shibuya with some friends and just got wasted afterwards. It was pretty bad. Luckily I had enough smarts to take last train home just in time to feel a 6.5 earthquake while lying in my futon. All in a day's work I tell ya.

I've started to sleep with only window in my apartment open again. I sleep right under it. It's nice to breathe crisp fresh air while sleeping. Only thing is, I'm on the first floor and the window is quite large and anyone could easily jump through from the street, knock me out and steal all my shit. I'd most likely wouldn't even wake up so you could ignore that second step. Anyway, think about it. Actually, don't.

TAK