Got to get my shit together

Woke up at 12:30 with a slight hangover headache and an overwhelming sense of urgency. It's been a month now and school starts in a week, time to get my shit together and into rhythm.

Yesterday, tried to make a long run to Jusco, about 14-15km plus 3-4km for the additional distance getting lost and doubling back. Just a little over 10 miles. Predictably, the run kicked my ass. But it's nice to know where I am at.

Scott, the 14-year Yonago veteran who's leaving Japan for good on 9/10, had a going-away party at Hi High Picadoss last night. A few live bands. One 5-piece band (for which Scott drummed) that jammed excellent blues. Had no more than 6 drinks, spent exactly 2000yen, and went crazy with my cho-steps. Nicole was very impressed with the dancing and my rescuing her from the violently drunk Israeli. Nikki, the raven haired Megan-lookalike whom I've seen but not met until last night, wanted badly to grind me, which I obliged until the erection went out of control. Got home at an earlish 2am, but for some reason I felt guilty about having had a good time.

Maybe that's just it: too much good times. There are lessons to plan, Japanese to study, and grad school apps to work on. Time to start living in an orderly and productive rhythm.