I am officially two-thirds of the way through Akira. It has continued in the same exciting and action-packed vein, only with much of the coherence removed. I would like to say that I trust that it will all resolve in the end, but after watching Neon Genesis Evangelion I no longer trust our yellow neighbors to the East.
Owen and I managed to whip up a fairly magical Thanksgiving, helped in large part by the book of demonic arts written in blood and bound in skin that he found under his mattress. We had mashed potatoes, biscuits, steak and onions, and sweet potato pie courtesy of Owen. The biscuits actually turned out, which shouldn't really be a surprise - the goodness of biscuits is so all-encompassing that they will not allow themselves to be made poorly, much like carrot cake soup. They were such a big hit that I ended up whipping up a second batch after dinner, this time a triple, and after the entire kitchen descended on it with the speed of something very heavy being dropped from very high, they were gone, just like something that isn't there anymore because people have eaten it all.
I've been out of soap and shampoo for two days now, and the day before I only had enough to wash my hair. I borrowed to make do today, but I don't know what I'll do tomorrow; I'd go out and get some, but it's cold and there are wolves after me. After over a year of using exclusively Dr. Bronner's, I don't think that I can stand to use anything else. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do now but huddle in an increasingly filthy corner of my room until either soap comes to me or I die and am eaten by the garbage pile that lives next to my desk. First person to come visit me gets to bring me Dr. Bronner's. Yay for you!
Though I've had it for two days now, still my CD player sings the sweet song of victory.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
Naka-ku, Hiroshima
JAPAN