Nasty Conjugation

Holly and I are in Narita Airport. Our flight departs at 2:30 pm today and arrives at 4:00 pm today (but on the other side of the world). Somehow we’ll lose a day in there. I have 80 seconds remaining on my purchased Internet time, so I must remain brief. The experience in Japan was overwhelming in so many ways, and I am sure I will be digesting it for some time. Expect a deluge of boring, irrelevant stories whenever I see you. I will probably cry some time between now and then.

Issho ni ichido.

Tonight we went to a sushi restaurant and ate some fish sperm.

Wait.

Tonight we went to a sushi restaurant and ate some fish sperm.

I just had to say that twice.

Hello people. Our time in Japan has grown quite short. We’ll be leaving in nearly a week, returning to America’s diamond-encrusted shores with stories of our adventures and thousands of pictures which I promise I will force you to look at. Speaking of pictures, there are some new ones of our trip to Hakone on the Flickr account. I have to admit that I am getting pretty emotional about leaving here, but for the moment I will spare you from reading anything about that.

No!

Instead I will make you read about how much I love Ms. Holly Parker! Ha ha! So if you’re sick of how touchy-feely I get, don’t even bother clicking below. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, after all, so it’s that one time of year where I don’t have to be ashamaed about being a hopeless romantic.

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