A Guest House in Kyoto

Boy am I moving up in the world.　I live in a small room in a guesthouse in Kyoto. To make matters worse it is south of Shichijo while I am of the opinion that anything south of Shijo isn't really Kyoto. That being said, it is only for the month. I went to look at my new apartment, which is still under construction, and it is rad. The location is anyway. It is directly behind Nijo Station. Not as close to the river as I would like, but...

I just got mail from Mellani, who I used to work with at Friend's (the worst fucking) International Preschool (in the world.) She said her doctor made her quit and gave her a letter for the evil Yukari saying she had to leave for health reasons.

The guesthouse now is full of craziness. There is a woman in the room next to me (who is eating lunch next to me as we speak) who won't talk to me but was yesterday chanting empatically until she would collapse in a fit of coughing and then begin again. There was a huge rainstorm outside and she would raise her tone and go up an octave and then i would hear a cough and some banging around. I started laughing　to myself and saying, "She's exploded." The highlight of my day was that "S.W.A.T." came on TV in dubbed over Japanese. It is hot. I smell all of the time and I have one pair of pants because Koji is on a business trip and I can't get to my stuff. I am also being stung by mosquitos. It could be worse. I am not broke. Unfortunately I realized that all of my freinds (well most) are girls, so I don't really have anyone to just go hang out with. Girls require you to do stuff.

It is 900 degrees and I wake upt o bells from the temple next door. Yesterday monks were pacing around outside singing.