Nice Life

After a night filled with lots of drinking, late night--or early morning--bike rides, olives and real Parmesan cheese, and playing drums in time with forgotten punk music from the 90's, I woke up this morning and really didn't want to go to school. In Japan they have morning meetings in the staff room at 8:15 AM every day, and they consist of soliloquies of people talking about this and that--important school matters--while I twiddle my thumbs and try to name all the U.S. Presidents in descending order starting from Curious George.

This particular morning I relished stayed in bed revelling and didn't want to go back to sleep. I continued laying there for a while thinking about stuff and reset my alarm for what I thought was an appropriate time to come in late, just in case I did drift back to my wonderful dream world.

I had no classes today so no one except my desk neighbors would notice my absence. I strolled in around 10:20 like someone who is always perfectly on time and just as I expected, no one had noticed or cared. My immediate neighbors of course strained their faces towards me, waiting to hear my excuse. I gave them the universal sign for drinking, holding the imaginary cup and throwing your hand back towards your mouth, and it was OK. In my job they think its funny when I come in to work late because I made my liver turn somersaults the night before. My hangover wasn't that bad but I consciously clutched my head with my hands every few minutes for dramatic effect. The chuckle I heard from Fujii-sensei lets me know its working...

Only two months left before I'm ejected like a newborn baby from this protective womb of paradise.