I have to walk by Family Mart to get here, which is always fun at night. If you have ever walked into a taco bell around 2-3 am you know the parade of oddness that awaits. Family Mart at 3am has a rich cast of people. There is the person paying approximately $3,000 in bills. There is the yanki motorcycle twenty something guy with the perfectly groomed dishoveled hair. There is the sketchy guy reading equally sketchy magazines at the doubly sketchy section of magazine rack. There is the woman with her highly excessorized dog and horrible artificial tan. There is the salary man that is buying about 5 cases of beer and smells like he has had about twice that. And there is me, looking for a tuna rice ball and bottle of orange juice. Family Mart 3am is a bizzaro verse version of Japan. I love it.
But seriously hurray for Katie, now fingers crossed she gets put in Daito/Osaka. Even if she doesn't want to be put in Daito/Osaka; because I am selfish. Yazaa!