Life is War

Today is Friday, September 21st, 2007. I woke up at 10 AM, after having 5 or 6 times hit the snooze button on the alarm on my cellphone. There are 9 unread messages, all of them are spam mail. This happens everyday, yet I'm too lazy to do anything about. Some of the titles are "Exquisite Replica", "Frank Muller Watches", and "Sevelira". I feel tired this morning, a little numb to the world. Last night Eriko and I went to the Izakaya, which is the place to drink and eat. We got home and watched part of "Paprika". This morning she left early. I remember her on top of me kissing me goodbye so comfortably. The alarm on my watch rings like it does everyday at 10:30. I can here the sound of the A/C. My room is in slight disarray. I'm moving next week, to the next station over. Outside a helicopter is passing overhead. Rob just texted me, "Happy 21st". I'm hungry.