work days at studio 5

instead of selling my return ticket to pay another month's rent in old geisha district kagurazaka, i took the boring route (which will allow me to pay rent for months, plural) and caught my plane back to SFO on a sad, sad, rainy, rainy day.

so now my next two weeks is a bleak, coffee-fueled, chained-to-my-blue-desk existence wherein i struggle with awful software and japanese-script challenges while attempting to rustle lively and intelligent prose out of my bleary brain and onto the page.

on the plus side, i have an excuse hang out in PJs all day with my hair uncombed and eat cereal for lunch and dinner and no one has to know. except i think i just told you.