Argh.

I was half-asleep and I heard Mr. I Don’t Wash My Damn Dishes say out there, “Oh my god - the dictator of North Korea is dead!” And Mr. Probably Stoned said, “Who?” and they had a short conversation about Kim Jong Il’s history and character traits, which I think was drawn heavily from Team America: World Police.

And I woke up completely and was going, Oh, my god, what happens when that happens? Is that good? Or is there rioting and stuff involved, making it not good? (I don’t have a lot of depth to spare for sociopolitical analysis this time of night, I’m sorry.)

I tried to go back to sleep, because I need to get up early and I clearly can do little about Kim Jong Il’s alleged mortality. But obviously I eventually had to get up and make sure North Korea hadn’t imploded. And obviously I should never trust anything Mr. I Don’t Wash My Damn Dishes says.

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I’m smart.

Just realized I have nothing to read on the plane. I packed all my books at the bottom of the hard-side suitcase with my socks and underwear as-is-optimally-volumetrically-efficient. It took me forty minutes to pack, and the takkyubin people are going to be here any minute. They came. My bag is gone. I hope I didn’t accidentally pack the bejeweled casket containing my black heart, from which I cannot be separated for more than one turn of the sun without risking a certain… unpleasant transformation.*

I’ve got ebooks on the DS, but its battery doesn’t last long. I guess I could… buy Twilight at the Narita Airport bookstore? They’ll probably have Twilight. I can’t buy more manga because any manga long enough to last me a whole flight will also require the use of the DS, in its capacity as a dictionary.

* This sentence is, obviously, about menstruation. I packed my thing of pads.

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Record of last full day in Tokyo.

Because I’m so exhausted I’ll forget everything if I don’t write it down.

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