While I didn't manage to make good on the sushi promise today, I did manage to stick some pickled plums to Michael, the result of which can be seen here. He manfully ate a whole bite of riceball with a plum inside, and deserves credit for not immediately spitting it out or punching me for pulling such a dirty move on him.
I didn't get much sleep last night, the effects of which were realized when I fell asleep in my chair at about nine tonight and was woken up when suddenly the floor came rushing up to meet me and I it, like lovers finally reunited under the auspices of capricious Lord Gravity.
Tomorrow Grammy and Michael have consented to come with me to the extremely small all-Japanese church I go to, which should be no end of fun. I am a little afraid that they will be bored out of their minds in the hour of chatter in a language they don't understand, but I like to think total confusion builds character. Or something.
All right, I really have nothing to say and can't seem to come up with anything interesting no matter how I try. I'm calling it quits for tonight in hopes that some stroke of genius will hit for tomorrow's post.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
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