I had yakitori this evening. Tim asked me if I wanted to go today while we were sitting in the meeting room at the BOE (it rained so we didn't go sakura watching like yesterday). I told him I was broke after Tokyo but he offered to spot me, so I accepted.

The morning (to noon) was spent in room 411 of the Kokurakita ward office, where everyone was doing whatever they intended to do to kill time. I was on my GBA SP once again making progress in Metroid Fusion once again, taking a break prior with my older Game Boy playing against Stacey on classic Mario Bros.

After our time was over, I had ramen at Ichiran with a few others and took the bus home, where I organized pictures for the March edition of Statement. I have yet to put them up. I took so many pictures that I am struggling to choose which ones resonate best. After that I have to add comments to tell my story.

I surfed around and took a nap for about an hour, waking up uncomfortably. I went to Koichi's from there and talked it up with Tim and a few other people at yakyuu-dori. Remembering my experience the day before yesterday, I drank slowly but attained a nice buzz, of which I am coming down from right now.

Decided to walk home from Koichi's, observing others this Friday evening. Drunken salarymen running past crosswalks, an office lady hand in hand with another man spouting off garbled nihongo. I can only imagine this amplified in the Ginza district of Tokyo or anywhere else in urban centers. People running trying to make the last train. Others giving up and trying to find a place to rest until the 5am line runs again.

Urban life is always fascinating to me. Especially out here.