Grant Brain No Function Well Sleep Without

I was working on a great and witty post about J-horror and porn and anime and how the lines between each are not very distinct and how I love Asian women (you may be sick of hearing about that) (but that’s unpossible) even though I do NOT have yellow fever, but I haven’t had enough sleep to do anything coherent today so it will have to wait until next week.

Quick warning – if you’re reading this, don’t bother. I’m just typing some random thoughts with the few brain cells that are still firing. I need to keep my fingers busy so I don’t collapse on my desk. I made the mistake of playing the Sims again last night, so I’m going on just a few hours of sleep. I have to avoid this mistake in the future. Fridays were once slow but easy days. Now I’m not only expected to work but I have a private resson after I leave here.

On the Asian front, I have decided to stop using the honorific “san” when referring to attractive women. From now on, I will use “usagi” instead. I’m not looking forward to talking to sensei-usagi tonight. It’s such an emasculating affair I need all my energy to face her.

Last night while studying, I replayed the tape she made for me with her pronunciation of a few difficult key words. She has a lovely voice – lilting and musical, but not falsely energetic. I like to study on my bed and it was funny hearing her voice coming from the pillow beside me. I imagined her being there with me. I wanted to reach over, run my fingers through her glossy hair, then grab her by her skull, drag her over to the fireplace, and smash her face into the bricks. She’s a lovely woman, but I can’t get over the fact that I’m paying her more than I’m worth to castigate me.

When I arrive for my Friday night class, I get there early and study in the room next to hers. A teenaged boy and his girlfriend have her before me, and it always sounds like they’re having a ball. When it’s my turn, the mood becomes somber and businesslike. I wonder if she hates me as much as I hate her. Of course, I don’t hate her. True, I’d like to make her into a belt, but that’s just the negative connotation of being associated with the learning process, which I’ve come to view as painful as a root canal, except that a root canal only takes one afternoon. She probably doesn’t hate me, even though I’m no fun. I’m just a meal ticket to her. So, instead of a love/hate relationship, we have like/irritation on my end and professional disinterest on hers.

Okay, if you’re still with me, I’m in need of some input. I’ve been reading this book and it gave me an idea for another 30 day trial – the Asian diet. The book only mentions Japanese food, but I thought I would expand it to include any Asian food since all of the Japanese recipes I’ve read so far seem difficult and time-consuming. I may or may not switch from beer to sake and plum wine; we’ll see. Anybody who knows a good (and easy) Asian dish to make, please send it my way.

Die, Friday. Just fecking die!