Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Wish You Were Here

Well, maybe I didn't coin it, but "It never gets worse till it gets worse." I'm not being bombed in Gaza, maybe, but being in this godforsaken hellhole has its merits. Those being that I know there will be a time when I'm GONE, that being tomorrow afternoon at precisely 1:35 p.m. Japan time.

Have you ever felt completely helpless in a foreign country, dependent entirely on your hosts for everything, far from the nearest airport, not knowing how to get there? Well, I felt that in France and I feel it now. I was SO about to get dressed this morning, pack my meagre bag and walk out the door, at the mercy of passersby to tell me how to get to the nearest train station, where I would ask for the bus to the airport, to take my chances.

The only reason I didn't was that then I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to my son, who spent the night with me last night (rare around here).

So I guess I'll just DEAL WITH IT and suffer until tomorrow.

Fuck, couple of more chuu-hais and counting down the seconds will dull the horror.

Wish you were here.

Instead of me.

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