Quit? I can’t. I haven’t impregnated anyone yet.

Yeah, I know. I missed last week. Whoops. Sorry.

I guess the news has reached America (somehow) that Nova and their pink bunny of happiness are seemingly fucked. Am I coming home immediately because of this? No. I’m probably going to quit when (or before) I don’t get paid on the 15th of this month. Surprised that I’m so sure I won’t get paid (at least on time)? Well, the staff haven’t been paid yet, but they should’ve been paid a week or so ago. What’s the chance, given this, that I’m going to be paid on time? Low, at best. I’m getting off the ship before it goes under and makes that scary sinking ship whirlpool.

What am I going to do then? I’m trying to work at a school. A real one. With those fleshy things that make noises, you know? Hopefully I’ll be able to get a job at a place that isn’t full of perverts.

So that’s that.

Summer in Japan was quite interesting. It’s not the hottest place in the world, but it’s still close to unbearable. I don’t recommend anyone to come anywhere near Japan in summer.  I have sweat buckets for 1-2 months and I’m happy it’s over. Be happy you weren’t here. And no, it’s probably not hotter where you are. … probably.