coffee is a miracle drug
pulling into the school parking lot i passed some kids walking in front of my car. my usual smiles and pleasantries (toyoura chu) were nowhere to be seen and i gripped the stearing wheel more tightly and pursed my lips "get the hell out of the way" i thought, finally pulling into a parking space flanked by 7 white cars on either side (all SUVs, minivans or station wagons).
last night was not the best of nights either, and the feeling-sorry-for-myself-i-hate-this-country mood wasn't lifted as usual by my first-thing-do-not-pass-go-morning coffee, inhaled within 2 minutes of waking. thank goodness i'm not at saruhashi chu today. and i'm now able to drive my car again after picking up the spare from gio...and also able to lock my apartment after having gotten a copy from the BOE yesterday. maybe i'll come home today to find the old drunk man who lives somewhere on my street (and who i sometimes pass late at night, lying in the snow at the side of the road, flask in hand and mumbling incoherant japanese) sleeping on my couch or playing with yosuke (or trying to eat him). good thing this is japan and not ...er...port moresby.
now, at my desk, two cups of coffee later, i have a brighter outlook on everything. amazing is this drug.