Today: I woke up after finally resting from a day of travelling, getting back from the US to Japan. I can't see my girlfriend quite yet (she's attending her grandmother's funeral) so I don't have much to do, except I do have a stack of PS3 games I collected while I was in the states over the last two months, but hadn't had a chance to play them since I left my system here. I wake up, feeling good at about 6:30 this morning, and the first thing I do is reach for the PS3. Aaaaand it's dead. Apparently my roommate had been playing it non-stop over the last month and the thing has overheated and now it's broken. I'm feeling crushed now (since I've been DYING to play Fifa 11), but I hear there are ways of repairing your PS3 if you have the right tools. So I set out searching for tools, wearing my slick new Margiela mid-tops, and within an hour or so my feet are starting to feel like they're going to blister from the brand-new shoes which I've only worn once before. I toughed it out and went around collecting all the parts I needed to repair my system, except for the heat gun, which at Viva Home (Japan's Home Depot) runs over $100. Hell no to that one. I'd sooner just buy a new PS3 and not have to worry about it breaking down (since the DIY repair job is known to be a bandaid, not a permanent fix). I'll just buy one on Amazon JP for $30 instead... Roommate sends a message to say "I'm leaving the door unlocked since I have to go to work at three." So I start heading home, checking every possible home/repair supply store on the way, getting on the wrong train multiple times (some terminals here are a bitch to navigate when your navigation skills are rusty after being away for awhile). No problem, but my feet are starting to hurt really badly now. I've probably walked a good 7 or 8 miles at this point, maybe more, and I'm suffering through the final down-hill/up-hill stretch from the station to my friend's apartment. I come up to the door, and it's fucking locked. Sigh. Phone had just run out of batteries because I had been using it all day to ask store employees if they had the Heat Gun or Liquid Flux I needed for my repair job, showing them pictures from the browser. Well, I'm not sure what to do at this point so I just start eating my sushi bento box I picked up on the way home. There's a key hidden in the metal perimeter below the door, and the compressed air I had just bought has a tiny straw packaged in with it, so I start fishing out the key, but it's probably a good 16 inches in and impossible to reach. The neighbor's kid comes up and starts talking to me, asking me what I'm doing and why I'm eating only salmon and rice for lunch. His father comes out, asks me what I'm doing and "why do you speak Japanese?" (the question everyone here asks). So I explain to him what's going on, and he is kind enough to drive me down to the landlord's office to ask them if they have a spare key. We go down there, and they give the all too typical response of "There's no excuse" (polite speak for 'cant help you, fuck off'). So the next thing I try is to go down to the company I used to work for and see if my roommate is working at that office. Since my phone is out of batteries I can't just call him and meet up with him at the office where he's working today. Of course, he's not there, but the receptionist offers to just give me the company's key to his apartment, since the company is paying the rent for all the employees and has copies of their house keys. SWEET, right? So I walk down to the supermarket, get a copy of the key made, listen to an old (Japanese) lady rant to me about why she hates Japan, and go return the key back at the company office. By the way, its raining now. So now I've walked back and forth up the long ass hill and my feet are FUCKING KILLING ME, and I'm starting to get wet from the rain. For the second time today, I'm wincing at every step and saying to myself "almost there, almost there." I get all the way back to my friend's apartment, stick the new key in and.... nope. Doesn't work. That damn hag at the supermarket who hates her own kind apparently can't make a good copy, because my key is useless. ONCE AGAIN, I'm walking up and down the hill, in the rain, back to the company office. I explain, and get the company's key again. Also, my old student Moeka is sitting in the lobby, and she's super cute. I can manage a smile after that. Back out, in the rain, down the hill, up the hill. Stick in the key, and FINALLY. Jesus Christ. My feet are a bloody mess now in several places, I couldn't get everything I wanted and my legs are soaked, but at least I'm inside now. Christ, what a fuckin day.