The Most Important Day of the Year

Many of you are wondering what it is I did for that ever-so-special day, the likes of which comes once a year. No, I’m not talking Christmas, Thanksgiving, The 4th of July or any other seemingly important day. I’m speaking of the one and only day of the year which is my day. It’s the day which celebrates my coming into the world, screaming, covered in all manner of mess, and naked. Yes, that applies to most Friday nights, but I’m talking about my birthday.
To answer the question on everyone’s mind, I think it best I start at the beginning. I woke up something close to nine, rather early in my book, and rolled out of bed. Sure I didn’t actually “roll,” it was more of a springing motion into a kneeling position atop my sheets. After which I stumbled to the bathroom to splash water on my face. Fortunately for me, it takes about two and a half steps to get there, otherwise I’d probably crash to the floor and continue to sleep another extra hour on the dirty tiles.
I digress. After my morning rituals, I sat down at my computer and turned on some music. The American Dollar, to be exact. I’ve become rather fond of them since my good friend, Alex, shared some of the music with me. After sinking into the now comfortable chair (I say “now” due to it originally being a stiff, cloth, rolling chair, but due to long hours spent in it, sweating like a horse, it’s rather soft now), I considered what I was going to do for the day. I concluded it best that I get a bit of work done for my boss, Richard.
I’m currently working on a project of sorts with him, which requires a very limited amount of my literary genius, but getting paid to write isn’t something I’ll complain about. So I got to work. I finished what was required of me in something close to an hour. Upon completion I was left in a sort of conundrum. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for the rest of the day. However, as I looked about my room, I realized I needed to clean it, especially because tomorrow is burnable trash day. Thus, after a few more hours of procrastination, I got after it.
Imagine with me, for a moment, what a garbage dump looks like. Now, imagine that garbage dump is located on your balcony. Now, bear with me, imagine that it has been there, accumulating all manner of rubbish over the course of a year. Lastly, imagine that it has been rained on and flooded at least once. That, my dear friends and family, is what my little porch looked like. With a grimace and more than one unpleasant experience, I got a section of it cleaned up and mostly bagged, so I could rid myself of the garbage, assuming I manage to get it out on the right day.
I will admit, I do intend to leave a bag of cans for the people to clean up later. This is not entirely due to me being slightly spiteful of the way I’ve been treated, but more so due to the fact I paid ¥10000 at the first of the year for a cleaning service that entailed wiping off a counter or two. My theory is that the person who will come to inhabit this room after me will certainly get their money’s worth.
Yet again, I digress. After deciding I was done cleaning for the day, I set about to do my laundry. Finally having enough change to use the washing machine, rather than my bathtub, I quickly did a load. Naturally I forgot it was in there until about five this afternoon, but as least I did get it done.
So during that time, I found myself playing a bit of D&D online and writing. As to the writing, I’m quite satisfied with what I accomplished. I’ve been writing my book for a little while now and just today managed to complete the needed battle to join two parts of my writing together. The current status is 43 pages. Hopefully later tonight or tomorrow, before/after work, I’ll be able to write a bit more, but I’m at one of those stopping points where it’s hard to get going again. Yet I’m finally at a place where things will start progressing rapidly and be much more exciting.
Other than that, I really didn’t do much today. I did a bit of eating, some working on a new talent of mine, and chilling. So to be honest, it was like most any other day, excluding the fact I have a nice little gift I was able to purchase while in Osaka. Below are the photos. It’s an iPod touch. Not an iPhone, iPod. iPod. It does everything an iPhone can, minus phone calls, which you have to pay for with a phone. I can access the internet and skype all I want. I can play games and listen to whatever music I’d like (as long as I have it one there). It’s remarkably convenient and super sleek.



See? It says iPod.


Frontal view of the awesome. A list of some of the apps I've already got installed. Including, but not limited to, a Japanese dictionary, games, wallpapers, etc.



I mentioned wallpapers under the previous photo. This would be my current one. I'm rather fond of it.

In conclusion I'd like to do a bit of a shout out for the awsome people who messaged me, skyped me, texted, or emailed me for my birthday.
Thank you Steph for the lengthy text, Dad for the conversation (the day before my b-day and today), Hannah for the 6+ hour conversation (yesterday), Liberty for the best Ecard I've ever received, my mother for her lengthy text, and Jen for her "Happy Birthday!" comment at about 2:00ish this morning. Also, a special thanks to Tara and Alice. Two Australian girls I randomly met up with Saturday night. The weekend would have been dull without you two.

That wraps up this post. I'm sure I'll have another one sometime in the future. If anyone would like to read my book, in its current and unfinished state, I'll happily take any requests. Thank you and goodnight.