Blog entry 101

!! I am celebrating blog entry number 101 today. Could have celebrated 100, nice even digit as it is, but I didn't notice it. So YAY for 101. I'd like to celebrate by posting particularly interesting and witty remarks but unfortunately I have no such events that would lend themselves to such an occurance. Other than the fantastic weather over the last few days everything has just been slow and quiet. Yesterday I spent all morning sitting at my desk reading a book about Hitler very poorly written by his secretary who was with him for the last few years of the war. It was a bit of a "grin and bear it" situation really. I could either sit at my desk and do nothing, or read this excrutiating account of life in a bunker. For some reason all I can recall of it was that there was an exceedingly odd amount of discussion on dogs. The thing is about these kind of books, is that unless you are going to reveal some massive secret at the end - like that Hitler didn't in fact die and lived out his years on a Pacific island - you have to really concentrate hard on making the actual story engaging because we all know the end.

After lunch I skipped off to the school I will be working at from Tuesday next week and wasted some time there. At about 3:30 I left and wandered around outside for a while trying to decide how likely it was that I would be caught out if I just went home now instead of going back to Nishi. In the end I decided the risk was negligible and made for home. It was heaps hot inside my house since it is kind of west facing and traps all the heat through the long sliding doors at the end of the kitchen so I had a bit of a nap. Nice. When I woke up Millionaire was on and some woman ended up winning the top prize! Actually she was the 12th person to do it so it isn't all that prestigious a club here. Besides, a million yen isn't that much money really. She was planning to use it to take her family on a holiday to Shanghai.

I ate a bad egg for tea and got a bit sick. Not nice. There is some quote of some decription, by Collette I think, who talks about those who live alone looking after their health better because they know that being ill is the one thing that is guaranteed to make you wish you had a companion. It's heaps funny that we always want someone around us when we are at our worst. Just to witness our suffering I guess. Like showing off scars and bruises. "Look how sick I am!! And I still didn't die! Aren't you proud?"

Anywho, since today is Friday I am off to help out at the Board of Education with the middle school kids who are off to Australia next month. I assume this means we will just sit there until they ask us to say something in English. Human dictionary extraordinaire, that's me!