Day Twelve: Shirley Sun, again

I couldn’t fall asleep last night, or I should say, this morning. I was reading until 12:30, my eyes were tired but the brain kept going. At 1:30 am, I got out of bed, went to the computer, and paid a couple of bills I had been trying to forget about: out of sight, out of mind. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep, but I had a hard time getting started this morning.

Shirley Sun was waiting for me under the gaze of Confucius, and we went to 27 Seafood, down the street. We had a fairly good conversation this time, better than last week. She told me about her business, showed me some of the advertising she sold, and spent a lot of time talking about different kinds of tea. I wish I could spend more time with her and help her improve her English.

My second stop was the Japan Tourist Bureau to buy my Japan Railpass. I now have all of my frequent flier miles and $525 invested in my upcoming trip. I still don’t know where I will be staying, and I’m becoming uncomfortable about it.

After all that I came back to the apartment. My lack of sleep is catching up with me, so I will beg off going out to dinner tonight.

2 thoughts on “Day Twelve: Shirley Sun, again

  1. I’ve had that same sleeping problem lately! Too much thinking frizzles the brain, doesn’t it? Drink lots of warm saki in Japan. If you don’t sleep maybe you’ll be too drunk to care. (just kidding!)

  2. Gave myself a break and decided to visit your blog…having a grand fabulous time living vicariously through your entries!…aside from the bills, which are taken care of now, sounds wonderfully carefree.

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