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11.28.03

  Another Akira-less day! Why am I alive?
  Happy belated Thanksgiving to all you suckers in the Paleolithic Age, also known as the American Time Zones. Being 17 hours ahead makes me the forerunner of time, meaning that by the time you all experience a given moment, I have already gotten my sticky fingers all over it, and probably rubbed it all over my face. Yes, that's right. You'll never be clean again.
  I went to fancy-pantsy Chinese tea today with Manae, who I haven't hung out with since the beginning of school. It was tons of fun, and predictably enough there were a fair amount of ancient Chinese mystic secrets and men with long greased queues and shifty eyes smoking opium. Tea was delicious and made with a dark Oriental art that turned a little nugget of flower into delicious tea.
  Had another golden showing by that Hiroshima professor, which involved him blowing in a good forty minutes late, talking about crab for a little while, then inviting us out to eat some with him. We had plans already, which sucked, but I believe we merely postponed our crab experience until next week. We then chatted for a little bit before he blew out again, having been in class for a total of about ten minutes. Now that was a lesson, if I ever saw one.
  After the class, Owen and I went and hung out with Manae and one of her friends until about 11, which you may have gathered was the aforementioned engagement, unless you've been reading this with the good stout aid of our friend Jack Daniels, at which point you're probably thinking more about where your pants are and less about the finer points of attentive reading. It was an action-packed adventure and gave me a chance to explain debutante balls in Japanese, which was basically the entire reason I started studying the language in the first place.
  I figure the only thing better than a few well placed commas is ten thousand commas all over the place, burning and pillaging innocent sentences in a wild, barbaric rage.
  I learned a new Zippo trick that involves making the lighter go from closed to open and lit so quickly that it tears a rift in time that throws you back to the stone age, where you learn how Everyone Makes a Difference and Small Kindess Has a Big Effect and Love Overcomes All Obstacles before returning to the present at the precise moment you left it, with everything the same except that now you know The Goodness in Every Human Heart, but wait what is that in your pocket but A Talisman of Your Prehistoric Lover That Has Somehow Stayed with You in Your Fantastic Journey through Time.
   
        - Gyaa! I'm give up
Yeah, it looks like a rabbit food reject now, but just wait. Scroll down for the exciting conclusion! Action! Adventure! Violence of a scale never before combined with tea!
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