Today I got leave for the morning to go to Comiket (that’s right). I’ll write about it more in detail later, but there was one thing that totally caught me off guard.

I was already on the way outside when I spotted someone waving a huge, and visibly old Japanese flag. Considering how rare it is to see such a thing, I listened to them talking about what it was and posted a photo on Twitter. Then hell broke loose.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

Kurt Vonnegut

While my high school class isn’t running any country (yet), the past few days I’ve had some experiences that are much alike to that terror.

I get the feeling that even if I wasn’t working 10-11 hours a day I’d still have trouble squeezing in all the stuff I’d want to do. This is in such a big contrast with how lazy I used t— scratch that. I’m still lazy but at least now I’m trying more consciously to spend the little free time I have more meaningfully.

This usually involves going outside, since if I’m at home, it usually comes down to either sleeping or procrastinating online. Writing blogposts intended to be interesting (and probably fail at that) is also an option, but that takes serious effort. I need to go out even to read: at home I’d just fall asleep over the book – any book. Can I please have a body that doesn’t have stupid demands like sleep?

In the evening I took a little excursion to Tokyo station to pick up my week’s load of beer. The rain’s already stopped, so I didn’t really think much about what I put on. Went with a (utili)kilt, my red Threadless shirt and boots (I don’t really have any other waterproof shoes).

On the way home, some western guy walked up to me at Ogikubo station, and told me I’ve got “an interesting fashion sense.” I guess I should consider that a praise.