Run, Hopeful, Run

I returned home from my elementary school ALT job this afternoon to find some Very Important Documents waiting for me in my inbox. I determined that I needed to print them, but alas, own no printer.

Realising that I was just not going to be able to settle down until I had hard copies in my hands, I dashed to the city library, which although it allows patrons to print documents, will not allow them to carry said documents out of the building. (PS: WTF, public library?)

So I dashed back home and hopped into my car for the internet cafe. Purchased an hour there for the express purpose of printing said documents, only to discover that this cafe, which is the mission control of computer gaming and porn downloading, does not have adobe acrobat installed on its computers.

At which point the clerks surprised me by installing it specially on my computer for me. Japan is a strange place--people are either completely unwilling to help customers, or they bend over backwards to do just that. Luckily, I met up with the latter sort today. Plus, I got to be jammed in a dark private cubicle with a hot Asian boy.

So, documents in hand, I return home only to discover that I am now so hyped up on caffinated internet cafe drinks that I am no longer functional.

C'est la vie.

That will be all.