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Day Two of my freedom from work finds me in a kickass Internet cafe to the south of the city (Free phone charging! Free anime network! Free three varieties of miso soup! Fifty kinds of drinks! Free massage chairs! Seven bucks for four hours!) plunking away at my third translation. I have about 70 more pages to go.

Managed to lose another four pounds last week, which means that the bike ride to the Internet Cafe is pretty rough. Seriously, I take five steps outside the apartment and my body is like, Um, yeah. We needed that energy for other stuff, kthx. Have been eating pretty much constantly, so hopefully I'll put it back on soon.

Am weirding the other patrons out with my work, but that kinda makes up for all the times nasty old Japanese men have set next to or across from me on trains and the shinkansen and done everything within their power to "accidentally" make me notice the porn they're looking at.

What else. Got hit on by a cute half-Brazilian, half-Japanese guy in Uozu the other day. Which is mostly okay, as it always weirds me out when guys press for major date activities when they've only known me for three minutes.

Looks like my Vietnam visa is going to be ironed out without major problems. Thank goodness for that.

And that's all the news here.

That will be all.