A bill, a cold, and a billion kanji

So first things first, heard back from Maruiei and Toby's surgery is going to cost 16 man... poo poo poo poo poo. Only cost me 13 in the first place, so unfortunately think I'm going to have to abandon my dear friend to the wilderness of obsolete electronic devices. It's actually really sad. I can't believe a quarter of a cup of water has managed to land me with a bill for over 800 pounds and put my entire virtual existence on hold for a month. Ugh. So yeh, am going to go shopping this weekend and hopefully pick something up second hand so I can start rebuilding my life (sob, wail). Must learn to be more responsible and not get distracted when there is water around.

After last week's holiday binge I was dreading doing a full week's work, but hey it's already Wednesday, and what with mid-term-tests tomorrow things are pretty chilled out, for me at least ;). Went to a Toga party for Mel's birthday on Saturday (in Morita so for the first time in ages I didn't have to drive halfway round the ken just to hang out, yay): quasi-nudity, cross-dressing and a bit of a daikon saga, and a happy Saturday night was had by all. Well more or less. Sunday was onsen (I have never known guys spend so long washing) and sushi before Charlie, Mike, Alex and Ellie had to head back to the Dark Side. Since then have just been working and studying really. Still bashing away with the kanji but to be honest I am losing patience and fail to see why there need to be quite so many when half of them look the same, have roughly the same meaning, and are barely used. It didn't occur to me before I came here (kanji, like snow, were just things I hadn't thoroughly anticipated) that I was susceptible to obsessions with pictographic writing systems, but I am practically drawing radicals in my sleep. When is it going to end??!

Right well that's all I have to say really. Still have no idea who I'm writing this for. Is anyone reading? It's like the whole speaking-in-a-vacuum thing, if you type words into a computer, put them up on the internet, but no-one sees them, do they actually exist? Did you even actually type them? Or are your intimate (read superficial, trying-to-be-non-offensive, not-hugely-personal-or-secret) thoughts just destined to float unnoticed in cyberspace? Why do it? Because it makes me feel powerful ;)