It's weird, when I first got back to Japan I felt pretty much on schedule. I got home a few hours early thanks to the lady at the service window in Narita. We were both confused by my itinerary which said I would land in Haneda instead of Narita, so she put me on the first plane out to Itami at 4:20pm instead of having me hang around until after six like the original plan. I got home, cleaned up, watched a little tv and went to sleep. Really, no big deal. But last night I didn't have any urge to sleep at all. I ended up staying up till almost 6 am bouncing back and forth between watching streaming videos on line to trying out the new game I got for Chrishmish.
At first I was worried that staying up all night last night would mean that I would have a hard time sleeping tonight, which is important since school is tomorrow. To my surprise, I'm am dead tired. I've been completely burned out since about 5:00pm. The only reason I'm hanging around to make this post is because I want to get my schedule adjusted as quickly as possible. Luckily I'm in tip top shape, aside from the whole being exhausted thing. It's a real testament to my fortitude seeing as how 90% of the plane was sneezing, coughing, and showing every possible sign of the man bear pig flu.
About half way through my flight I started to get a little sore throat action going on, but that passed as soon as I got out into fresh air. it really boggles my mind how hunds of people can get in a big metal tube and breath the same recycled air for 14+ hours. It's one of the most disgusting feelings I have experienced. It just feels like you're covered in a layer of other people's muggy breath. But I guess that makes the first shower when you get home all the more relaxing.
I caught up with Cho from my class and she says that tomorrow will just be home room. We'll meet up at 10 and finish as soon as the teachers tell us whatever it is they need to tell us. There should be no real lessons or studying until Friday.
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